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sugurusdiscordmoderator · 4 months

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Gamer Girly - part 3

part 1 • part 2 • part 4

A/N I deadass think I was feral writing this I’m so fucking obsessed with Suguru it made it hard to even put words , sorry if it’s not good lmaoo. Actually I think it’s really bad so I’m sorry lmao

MDNI 18+

cw: smut, tipsy sex, alcohol, cigarettes, oral, fingering, cream pie, getting walked in on, daddy kink, praise kink

Geto lends a beautiful hand attached to a muscular arm to help you up from where you stumbled and you both are at a loss for words.

“I can’t believe it’s you” you manage to speak up.

“Yeah that’s crazy, I’m sorry again are you okay?”

“Yeah yeah I’m fine just drank a little too much” you blush.

You finally dare to make eye contact and notice his red eyes. Him and Gojo definitely finished that blunt before they came. He’s wearing a black tee with faded black denim jeans and white Air Force ones. His hair is half up half down with a little bun, contrary to the bun he sports on a typical stream.

As you regain your composure from your tumble he still holds your hand that he helped you up with and proceeds to shake it. “Well not the way I was hoping we’d meet but none the less it’s a pleasure,” he mumbles and a tinge of pink creeps across his cheeks.

“Oh, erm, yeah! The pleasure is all mine!” You squeak out nervously as every single memory of you obsessing over this man replays in your head. You grab a pack of cigarettes out of your back pocket at the same time you see Geto lighting his own.

“A good girl like you? Smoking darts?” He raises his eyebrows teasingly.

“Oh shut it you don’t know anything about me,” you roll your eyes and put the cig in between your soft pink lips, “just give m’ a light,” you mumble with it in your mouth.

Geto leans in and cups his hand on the outside of your face to block the wind and uses his black lighter to engulf the end of the cig. His eyes linger on your lips hugging around the cigarette and the way your eyebrows relax after your first smoke. His eyes go down to your cleavage that you weren’t aware was showing until now.

Geto takes another drag of his cigarette quickly looking away as you look up at him. You smirk to yourself knowing you caught him looking. After a few more minutes of comfortable smoking silence, he speaks up.

“You look better in person than over FaceTime.”

He is still keeping his stoic, not interested persona, but you notice the way he barely smirks at you.

“Thanks… you look very similar to you since I watch you every day.” You internally roll your eyes at your embarrassing sentence and throw the butt of your cigarette on the ground, stepping on it. “Can I buy you a drink? My friends here are big fans of yours if you’d be willing to meet them?” You smile hopefully and grab his hand pulling him towards the door to go back inside. Geto finally cracks a smile at how silly you are and responds, “fine, but I’m not signing autographs.”

You roll your eyes at him as you settle in line at the bar. You notice his hands half in his pockets, god his hands are so big. You gulp thinking about what they would feel like touching your body. You snap out of it when he lifts his hand up to yours, confused. He is trying to compare the size of your hand to his, “Sorry I saw you were staring, I didn’t know how else to get your attention.” He states awkwardly as the tips of his fingers curl over top the tips of yours.

Approximately double the size. His hands are TWICE as large as yours. You smirk at him but keep your mouth close still not wanting to spill something dirty. Just then the bartender gets your attention and you order a vodka cran and look up to Geto for his drink. “Whiskey sour please.”

“A man of taste I see,” you joke with him and hand the bartender your card. He shakes his head and smiles down at you. “You sure do talk a lot when you’re not behind a screen.”

You pout and roll your eyes playfully as you both sip on your new drinks.

“Let’s go meet those friends of your,” Geto says putting his hand on your lower back while walking behind you. You weren’t sure if it was an accident but his finger tips seemed to brush and rub against your exposed skin sending goosebumps up your spine.

You approach the table of your friends with Geto and Utahime looks like she’s about to pass out. “Oh my god y/n, what the fucking fuck is going on?” She questions, but you just shrug and blush, “I bumped into him outside?” Haibara and Utahime, although starstruck, introduce themselves to him and are asking too many questions about his gaming. You notice the way Yuki’s eyes linger on Geto’s hand on your back before making eye contact with you and then looking down at her drink.

“SUGURUUUU!” You hear someone shouting across the bar. Geto turns his head to see his white haired friend shouting. It is a little comical how they are the two tallest people in the bar so they can see each other above all of the crowd. He waves Gojo to come over and you can’t help but stare at how gorgeous this man was. Wearing jeans, a white tee, a flannel over top, and vans, this man looks the stark opposite of Geto.

Gojo eyes you as he approaches the table. “Is this our new little mod for the stream?”

Geto shakes his head and chuckles “Yes Satoru she’s the one I was on FaceTime with earlier and she’s been a very loyal fan for a while.” You look into Satoru’s blue eyes to shake his hand and he returns the favor, but his eyes also seem to be looking at Geto’s hand which is STILL resting on your back, neither of you in a hurry to remove it. The group you’re with proceeds to talk about video games and twitch streams now that two local celebrities are in their presence. You start to zone out a little, the alcohol and cigarette definitely having an impact on your functioning. You sway to the music, 3005 by Childish Gambino playing in the background and finishing off your vodka cran. Geto smiles down at you and leans to whisper in your ear, “mind if I dance with you?”

Instead of responding you grab his hand spinning around and pulling him closer towards the music. You stop with him standing behind you and you’re feeling awfully bold so you grab his hands placing them on your hips. You smirk up at him as he bites his lip looking down at you surprised.

Your hips start swaying with his feeling the front of Geto’s muscular body touching up against you. The feeling of his tshirt riding up a little to feel his abs against the part of your back in between the bottom of your crop top and the top of your skirt makes you feel feral for this man.

You can’t believe within 3 hours you went from finding out he went to the same school to grinding on him. All the Stars by Kendrick Lamar starts playing and Geto seems to be into it just as much as you. Deciding to shoot your shot you turn around to face him, with his strong hands still on your hips. You motion ‘come here’ with your finger to get him closer to your face, pretending you had something to tell him. Rather that speaking in his head, you gently pressed your left hand to the right side of his face and closed the distance between your lips. His surprised demeanor quickly faded, wrapping his arms fully around you now. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach ramping up and getting horny instead of being cute little butterflies. Just as he enters his tongue into your mouth you’re interrupted by cat calls, whistling, cheering, etc from your table of friends plus Gojo.

They just saw the whole thing. You cover your face in embarrassment as Utahime, in drunk fashion is motioning “👉🏼👌🏼” to you but little does she known Geto can also see what she’s doing.

Your face is bright red by this point but Geto looks calm cool and collected as ever. “Want to go out for another smoke?” You ask up to him shyly, reaching up with your thumb to wipe off a little bit of smeared lipstick off his lips. He doesn’t respond, just nods and smiles before looking over to Gojo and winking, as you hold his hand walking fast to find the back door.

You sit down on a bench outside pulling out your cigarettes again as Geto sits next to you. “Sorry if that was embarrassing I got a little bold in there” you say not making eye contact.

Geto sweetly says “hey, look at me. It was good.” He looks gently into your eyes as you lift your head. His left hand with an unlit cigarette comes to cup your cheek and jaw as he gently kisses you again, this time with no friends around. Just other strangers minding their damn business. The kiss deepens and his grip on your cheek becomes stronger as you whimper into his mouth. He takes that opportunity to begin to explore your mouth with his tongue, tasting a mixture of sweet cranberry juice, cigarettes and whiskey.

You pull your lips away with your forehead resting on his still, his hand now dropping from your face down to your exposed thighs.

“Come home with me?” You beg. You can’t even hide it, you want him so bad. “Please,” you whisper in his ear teasing him with your lips on his earlobe right next to his earring. He groans and smirks, “you’re going to get me in trouble.”

“Cmon we can smoke while we walk, let’s just go.” You say standing up, moving to stand between his manspread legs, pulling the hair tie out of his little bun and running your hands through it, slightly tugging at the ends. “Please, I’ll beg if I have to.”

You watch as the look in Geto’s eyes goes from infatuation to lust and a darker look takes over as he goes from your eyes to your lips, your neck, your cleavage, and finally down to your tight denim skirt. He gulps and you watch his Adams apple bobble and decide to take this opportunity.

You pull him up from where he’s seated and start to walk out of the bar through the back entrance so you don’t have to pass by your friends again. “Wait - Satoru I can’t leave him.”

“He’s a big boy, just text him.” You say confidently.

“What about your friends?” He asks.

“They won’t even notice I’m gone,” you roll your eyes and giggle. “Now cmon! Please don’t make me beggg” you whine to him.

He pulls out his lighter and his phone and starts walking, lighting your cigarette first and texting Gojo. You tried to give him privacy of texting guy stuff as you started walking just a few minutes to your apartment. His phone continuously buzzing you decide to sneak a peak, I mean his brightness is the whole way up and he’s not being inconspicuous.

Oh god, your face turns red and you immediately regret looking and try to pretend you didn’t see anything when he looks over to you.

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When you get up to your apartment you don’t waste any time getting to know Geto better. He sits on the couch and you offer him whatever he may need, turning on the tv (thin walls and you don’t want your neighbors getting curious). You deliberately choose to straddle his lap, facing him. “Please tell me if I’m being too forward, but I want you to fuck me so unbelievably bad.”

Geto licks his lips and chuckles a little, moving his hands to sit on your hips. The dirty thoughts running through your head won’t stop, thinking about riding him like this, thinking about what feels like a bulge growing beneath where you’re sitting but you might just be drunk and making things up.

“Are you sure hun? You’re a little drunk and I don’t want you to regret anything.” He winks at you as if he already knows what’s going to come out of your mouth.

“God, I’ve had a crush on you for like a year I’ll be damned if I regret shit.” You blurt out starting to grind against him while your skirt creeps its way up.

“Such a dirty girl, princess. Tell me what you want.” He moves his hand to your face, holding it and running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Well,” you start as you reach your hand under his shirt to feel his abs and pecs, “I want to see and touch your whole body, and I want to suck your cock and make you feel good, and then I want to do whatever you want me to do.” You whisper the last part, leaning in close to leave kisses all over his lips, cheek, jaw, moving down to his neck and collarbone. He lets out a deep breath putting more pressure on your hips as you subtly grind on him. God the bulge you hardly noticed before is definitely there now.

“Fuck Princess, I didn’t know you had such a thing for me.” He says in a deep rushed voice, moving this take his shirt off. You find a dragon tattoo on his left pec muscle and begin to kiss and lick it “c’mere,” he whispers and engulfs you in a passionate kiss again, reaching down under your skirt to feel your panties.

Your face blushes at how wet you’ve already gotten kissing him but he just flashes you a cocky smile, “all for me?” He asks.

“Yes Geto all for you” you groan as he begins to rub your clit through your black lace panties.

“Call me Suguru princess, we’re on a first name basis now.”

“Fine, Suguru.” You take your shirt off as he slips his pointer and middle finger under your panties to directly rub your clit and your soaked hole.

“God you’re so wet” he mumbles leaning into your neck and newly exposed upper body to give you kisses. He sucks on the sensitive spot below your ear which makes you let out a particularly needy whimper.

“Please Suguruuu I need moreee,” you whine. With his free hand he undos your bra leaving love bites and kisses and sucking all the way down your neck and chest. Your newly exposed nipples harden and your hole clenches around sugurus fingers as he begins to suck and tug on your right nipple. His free hand moves all over your body needing you, like this is his only opportunity. You reach down to start to undo his pants as he’s still thrusting his fingers in you.

“What do you wanna do next Sugu?” You look up at him with innocent doe eyes, and even though he knows you can’t be that innocent he still falls for it. He moves you off his lap so you’re laying down on the couch as he takes your skirt and panties off.

He lets you finish undoing his pants and start to take them off leaving just his hard erection inside his black boxer briefs.

Suddenly you get nervous realizing how actually massive he looks standing next to you. You reach up to rub his shaft through the soft fabric as his fingers make contact thrusting into your needy cunt again.

Soft whimpers and moans fill the room above the noise of the tv. You pull down his boxers to reveal the most perfect dick you’ve ever seen. It’s neatly trimmed with a few veins and a pretty top begging to have the pre cum sucked off. You lean towards him asking, “may I?” Sticking out your tongue and opening your mouth wide. “Sure princess,” using his hand that isn’t occupied creating pleasure for you, he grabs the base of his cock and taps it on your tongue. From there you start the work and begin kissing and licking up and down his shaft and tip. He smiles down at you and thrusts his fingers into you harder. You take his whole tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around holding eye contact with Suguru making him let out a soft moan. As your mouth takes more of him in he softly praises you with the sounds of your cunt gushing around his fingers in the background. He rubs your clit in small circles with his thumb as you begin to pick up speed sucking up and down his shaft.

“Deeper baby,” he tells you and you begin to take as much of him down your throat until it hurts. You moan around his cock feeling yourself getting closer to your high. He keeps praising you, noticing every time he does your pussy clenches around his fingers. “Gooood girl, you’re taking me so well” and “that’s it, you look so pretty with my cock down your throat”.

As you get closer to your own orgasm you take him out of your mouth and begin using your hand keeping the same rhythm you had with your tongue. Now that you aren’t muffled, he hears just how loud your moans are, making his cock twitch. “Cum for me pretty girl,” he coos to you, holding the side of your face and looking to your eyes as his fingers pick up speed. His face and praise is all it takes you so push over the edge, clamping down and releasing on his fingers repeatedly, arching your back off the couch moaning “Suguruuuu”. That’s all it takes for him to get close to his own orgasm, with your hand still jacking him off as his warm cum lands all over your face and tits. The way he throws his head back and twitches when he comes is so beautiful, you’re already horny for him again.

He gives you both a minute to rest before he makes an effort for round two. He takes his thumb and pushes the cum that landed on your face into your mouth. You suck all his cum off his thumb and moan as you taste it.

“You’re so beautiful he mumbles” standing up to grab a towel and some water you sit up admiring his naked physique walking around your kitchen. “I could get used to this view,” you say blushing as he turns around to look at you, cock still hard. He makes his way back over to you with two water bottles and a little dish towel as he wipes off his remaining cum from your tits and face. You both drinking your water as you find yourself crawling back on to his lap like you were originally.

“Suguru, can I please have you inside of me?”

“Well, I can’t say no to such a pretty girl that asked so politely. You were such a good little slut cumming on my fingers so I think you deserve it.”

Your cunt clenches around nothing at his words as you let out a slight whimper.

“You like when I talk dirty to you don’t you, a little praise kink perhaps?”

“Yes sir,” you answer back quietly looking away from his eyes.

He shakes his head and uses his hand to move your head to make eye contact with him. “You like calling me sir hmm? What about daddy? You like being a submissive little princess?” He smiles at you still holding your face. “Yes daddy,” you say even quieter from the last time.

“Please don’t be shy babygirl you’re about to have my cock in you, and you’ve been doing soo good for me tonight.”

You gain some confidence from his words and lean in to kiss him again, rubbing your bare heat on his erection. He helps you adjust to get ready to slide down on his cock and rubs the tip across your clit and teases your soaking little pussy. You take the initiative to start riding him slowly sinking down until you can’t go anymore.

“Fuck, y/n, oh my god” he borderline whimpers your name turning you on even more.

His fingers definitely helped you get ready for his huge dick but nothing could’ve prepared you for what has to be the biggest cock that’s ever fucked you. Your walls are so tight around him, you feel him everywhere inside of you touching all of your weak spots.

“Shit daddy,” you moan, watching his eyes dilate at the use of the term. It made him so horny he grabbed your hips and started fucking up into you, taking over the work.

“Princess, be a good girl and take it okay? I’ll do the work for you” he says in between thrusts.

“Yes sir,” you moan back out of breath from how hard he’s fucking you. God you can’t believe you’re fucking the guy you’ve gotten off to with your vibrator for 9 months and had such a huge crush on.

Suguru catches one of your bouncing tits in his mouth suckling and looking up at your blissed out face.

Just then through the sounds of smacking skin and loud moans with the tv still playing, you think you hear a faint knock. You assume it’s someone knocking on your neighbors so you go back to minding your business. A few seconds later a very drunk Utahime busts into your apartment and you gasp as suguru tries to cover your tits for you. Luckily with the way your living room was set up she could only see your face and your tits but the back of sugurus head.

“Utahime! Get out!!” You screeched at her, a slightly less drunk Haibara stumbling in to retrieve her. He sees your less than covered chest and tries his best to get your blabbering friend out. As the two of them finally leave and close the door you are on the verge of tears embarrassed and look down to where sugurus cock is still in you.

“Princess it’s okay it happens, don’t be embarrassed.”

“I know I just feel like this is payback because I walked in on them earlier today.”

Suguru lifts you off his lap, his cock springing to hit his stomach still be rock hard despite the altercation. He walks to your front door and locks and deadbolts it so no other interruptions can take place.

“Hey, y/n, it’s okay, Princess, let me bend you over and make it up to you?” Suguru softly says in your ear as he stands behind you making eye contact with you through the mirror in your living room.

As awkward as you feel you’re still insanely horny and say “whatever you want, daddy” winking to him in the mirror. He lets out an animalistic like groan at your words and bends you over the side of your couch so you both can watch him fuck you.

“Be a good girl and take it, ‘kay?” He coos as he prods your entrance with his tip again. Your soaking cunt welcomes him back so warmly which has him cussing and moaning. You never thought that this man would be moaning over you, gently holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail kissing up your back and your shoulders and neck.

You get snapped out of your cute thoughts as his hips pick up a relentless speed, his tip kissing your cervix every time. You watch his body in the mirror seeing the way his muscles flex every single stroke and the look of lust in his eyes as he watches where his dick goes in and out of you stretching it. “Baby can I take a video please you’re taking me so well,” he whines making eye contact with you in the mirror.

It’s like he already knows your answer before it reaches your tongue, “whatever you want daddy.”

He reaches to grab his phone off the coffee table still holding your hair back as he begins to record, he makes you look at the camera and shows you in the mirror before panning down to show your nicely trimmed holes and the way you stretch around his cock. He lets go of your hair, allowing you to arch your back more and putting your face against the couch as he uses his free hand to spank your ass cheek. “So…submissive… and breedable..” he says in between each slapping noise. Your cunt clenches hard at the last part. “Shit, you’re squeezing me so good, you want me to cum inside that bad?” By this time you are a needy moaning mess only being able to get out “y-yes sugu- plea-“ as your eyes water up from a feeling of euphoria. You reach a hand down to rub your clit to help you reach your high, making small circles and gripping onto the couch for dear life with your other hand. “So-close-“ you gasp still getting the shit pounded out of you. “Yeah that’s it, good girl. Mhmm I want you to cum on daddy’s cock. Cmon princess I know you have it in you,” he keeps up his praises pushing you over the edge, clenching and unclenching around his cock as white cream covers his shaft. The feeling becomes too much for him as his thrusts lose their rhythm and his hips stutter inside of you as he stops moving. You gain the feeling of being full as suguru groans and moans into you. He waits a few seconds before pulling out and showing the camera the way his cum looks inside of you and watching it spill out onto the floor.

He ends the recording, immediately picking you up in his arms and taking you to the bathroom. You hadn’t tried to walk, but if you did you probably couldn’t. He looks down at you kissing your forehead and asks “was everything okay? Was I too rough, did you like it?” A look of concern on his face as your makeup is smeared and your cheeks bright red with little hickies all over the upper part of your body. You look like he just put you through the war.

“Yes sugu, it was great,” you wrap your arms around his waist hugging him. He smiles as your nickname for him and rubs little circles on your back with his thumb. “Do you wanna shower and sleep over? If you want? I totally get it if you want to go home..” you ask awkwardly looking anywhere but his eyes. He doesn’t respond but let’s go of your hug to reach around behind you and turn on the shower. I guess that is his answer.

He sees the makeup wipes on the counter and takes one out to begin taking your makeup off and cleaning you up. You can’t help but feel like he must pull mad bitches if he knows how to use makeup wipes. By the time he is done the water is properly warmed up and you both hop in. It is a good size shower just for you, but with you and a taller than average muscular man, it is a little tight. Your bodies pressed together as he wets your hair and his, grabbing your fancy shampoo to wash both of you. He grabs your coconut body wash and loofa to start washing your body and god he treats you like you’re so delicate. making sure to get your armpits, underboob, and gently using his hands to massage your tender pelvic area, making sure to clean out any extra cum that was left in there. As you wash out the shampoo and wash your body he washes his body with your same body wash. You switch positions with him this time as he rinses off, you grab your conditioner to put in your and his hair.

You blush and smirk thinking about how the Suguru Geto is going to smell like your conditioner and body wash. You both finish showering and you hand him an extra towel. You head into your bedroom for the first time since you returned home this evening and handed him some over sized tshirts and sweatpants you have.

“Do you have guys over so often you keep men’s clothes here?” He asks in a joking yet almost jealous tone.

“No I like wearing big clothes to sleep and when I have no where to go,” you respond pulling out an equally big tshirt for yourself, getting dressed in that and a pair of panties. “Besides, I don’t have guys over, this is uh pretty uncommon for me.”

You both have your hair wrapped in towels to let it dry, sitting on your bed going through your phones. You see a few texts in a group with Haibara and Utahime apologizing profusely and freaking out over the fact that you fucked Geto. You tried to hide your screen but it was no use, the Dana he had already been read by him. They said they left an im sorry gift outside of your apartment so you get up to go check your front door. Sure enough there is a medium pizza that they must’ve drunk ordered an extra for you.

“Suguru, we have fooood” you say as he joins you in the kitchen area. He joins you and you two eat some pizza while chatting about small talk things, acting like he didn’t just blow your back out. After you’re done eating and cleaning you both head back to the bedroom crawling in bed.

“Can I be your big spoon?” He asks ever so politely as you nod “I thought you would never ask.” He scooches close to you, both of you smelling great with wet hair and wraps his arm around your waist.

“Have you really had a crush on me for a while?” He asks quietly.

“Uhm..yeah. But I don’t want it to seem like I’m obsessed or a stalker I just have thought you were really nice to look at and I loved watching you game.” You try to be as confident as you can as you respond.

“Have you ever touched yourself to me?” He whispered into your ear. Just then you look up seeing your vibrator still on the nightstand in clear view.

“Fucking Christ,” you mutter to yourself embarrassed. “Yes I have. Is your ego bigger now? Do you ask every girl you sleep with that?”

He seems taken aback by the attitude in your answer. “Hey Princess, don’t get defensive. I don’t have a lot of girls over either.” He strokes your hair as you think maybe, just maybe, I have a chance with him. Or at least to be friends with benefits.

You fall asleep only thinking about him. His seed that was in you, his clothes on your living room floor, his arms hugging you tightly, his hair smelling like you.

“Goodnight, princess,” he whispers and drifts off behind you.

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Tag list: @buricatt @gh0stmachinexo @username23345 sorry this took so long besties 🫶

#jjk #geto suguru #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #suguru geto x reader #suguru smut #getou suguru x reader #geto smut #geto x you

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 10 months

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Nocorro declaration please. How this guys confessed their love to eachother?

I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS LATELY ACTUALLY.

How did Neteyam and Spider (in the accidentally mated au) get to where they were? How did they get to that tragic place? Let us discuss (sorry if this wasn't exactly what you were looking for).

-I think the boys sort of grew together. They grew up spending all their time with Kiri and Lo'ak (and later Tuk) in the forest, at Hometree, doing anything and everything together. They weren't closer to each other than any of the others, when they were little they were all just kids.

-It was only after Neteyam's iknimaya that their relationship evolved outside of the group. Neteyam's parents started keeping him with them more, having him shadow his father's duties and take part in more ceremonies. He sees Spider less and less, until it is just fleeting interactions as Spider leaves with Neteyam's siblings.

-One day Neteyam is feeling particularly overwhelmed. His dad was explaining to him certain rituals he completes at Olo'eyktan and what the proper words are. How it might be easier for him to start learning them now, so he isn't behind like Jake was. It's meant as a joke, but Neteyam starts thinking about all the things he has to master. How is he not behind already?

-Just as he's really starting to spiral Spider walks by, and says hi all cheerful because he hasn't seen Neteyam in almost a month. Spider takes one look at Neteyam and asks him if he wants to go on a walk to the stream they used to play in as kids.

-He finds himself telling Spider about all of his worries, things he has never shared with anyone, which all lead to the same root issue: what if I'm not good enough? Spider listens and instead of telling Neteyam he is the perfect child and he can't do wrong like he normally hears, Spider just says he feels like that all the time and doesn't it suck?

-It becomes a pattern. Walks when Neteyam has a free moment. Whatever secret the other has been hiding from everyone else shared over an ikran ride. Late night visits to Hells Gate to cram himself into Spider's tiny room and listen to Spider talk about whatever hurtful thing his foster parents said that day. They both have built up walls and masks to hide insecurities and fears, and the more they share the more they can see through each other. Spider knows when Neteyam says he's going flying and doesn't invite anyone it means he's actually going to go lie in a tree somewhere because he got overwhelmed. Neteyam knows that when Spider laughs at something someone says without throwing his head back it means he didn't actually find it funny and just doesn't want to upset anyone.

-They become each others safe place, the one indulgence. If Neteyam is always perfect then when he is with Spider he is not. If Spider is always a mess, then when he is with Neteyam he is not.

-They don't talk about it or acknowledge it, because that would hurt more than pretending it isn't real. But they have a vague conversation about it once, sitting on the roof of Hells Gate at night. The topic has changed to mates, because one of the boys in the village has a crush on Kiri. Neteyam tells Spider that when he finds a mate he wants that person to be almost exactly like Spider. Spider says that he won't ever find a mate, but if he did he'd want that person to be like Neteyam. It is as close as they get.

-Neteyam's decision to do his uniltaron early feels like the end as much as the beginning. Every Na'vi is born twice but it doesn't normally also feel like death to be reborn, but isn't that exactly what it is? And if he is dying and being reborn, then he is leaving his old self behind. He should leave all of him behind. They have always been each other's one indulgence, and after Neteyam is reborn then they have to stop. They both have other purposes to fulfill. So, the decision is made. The night before his uniltaron Neteyam will stay with Spider, and they both don't really say it, but they know it will be the last visit.

#rip #they be bringing out the emotions in me #neteyam sully #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #nocorro #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa on avatar (cameron)#melissa's asks

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wisteriasymphony · 4 days

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Adrinette April Day 16 (What If) + Secret Bonus AU Pitch

The Miraculous Jazz Ensemble (What if... Band Kids?)

Five minutes and forty seconds. Five minutes and forty seconds. That was how long it took Marinette to work up the courage to ask Adrien. She wasn't counting the half-hour during lunch, the odd few minutes during every passing period, or even the days since she'd thought of asking, because those had technically all failed. All she ever really needed were those five minutes and forty seconds.

Marinette approached Adrien, who was currently immersed in his homework. He'd been taking accelerated math classes this year, breezing through calculus and a bunch of other theorems and rules that Marinette could never wrap her head around just yet, and he had a habit of working on his calc homework whenever he could just to pass the time. Chewing on the end of his pen, too.

Marinette sat down next to him; He didn't seem to notice her. She scooted closer—once, twice, not a third time. Just enough distance to not break out into a ball of sweat

"Whatcha doin'?" she asked, trying to look cool. If she'd failed (and she sure felt like she did) Adrien didn't seem to notice.

"Integrating by parts!" Adrien smiled, closing his textbook. "It's fascinating, really." He then opened his mouth as if he was going to explain the concept, but he stopped, thinning his lips. "What are you doing?"

Marinette, as always, responded with nervous laughter. "U-uhm, just sitting here!" she said, grinning back. "Hanging out with my best buddy!" ...She wanted to kick herself in the butt for saying that out loud. Way to friendzone yourself, Marinette.

For a moment, as the lack of conversation topic set in for the both of them, Marinette realized that she might, again, need another five minutes. But she didn't have those five minutes anymore, and if she was going to ask Adrien she needed to ask him now.

"Are you, uh— Are you free on Friday?" she asked, unable to look him in the eye. Her fingers couldn't decide on how to link together, her hands fidgeting in something similar to somersaults, over and under and over again. She let herself glance quickly at Adrien to make sure he hadn't dissipated into thin air; There he was, cute as ever, the afternoon sunlight making it seem like his hair was glowing."

"I am," he replied. "Why?"

Oh, god, oh god, now it sounded like she was asking him on a date! And if she made it sound like that then everybody else would think it was a date, and if people started to think that her and Adrien were dating she'd barely be able to concentrate ever again! C-cause then they might hold hands or sit next to each other at lunch or—

"You do band! Yes!" she exclaimed, falling back on the bench somewhat. "Th-that is a thing we both do!"

"Marinette, we're in the same band class. We're in one of the only band classes."

"Y-yes. And, uhm— I was just wondering if.. you'd like to..."

She glanced at Adrien. Then the floor. His textbook. Adrien again. Everywhere else in the world.

"...Join a jazz ensemble with me."

Adrien raised his eyebrows, surprised by the sentiment. He placed his textbook beside him on the bench, turning in towards Marinette more.

"I didn't know we had a jazz department."

"W-well, we don't yet," Marinette stammered. "Mr. E told me he's been working on it for years, and he encouraged me to ask around t-to see who was interested. Alya is interested, and so is Nino, so I thought it'd only be fair if I asked you, too."

As if he knew exactly what would catapult her heart into orbit, Adrien took one of her hands in his, staring her down.

"Marinette," he said. "This is serious. Do you really think we're ready for this?"

"ACK-!" She pushed him away, worried that if he was too close he'd be caught in the blast radius a sudden heart explosion. It was clear by the way he was giggling that he meant it as a joke, but that didn't make her any less flustered. "You're so mean, Adrien!"

"Sorry, sorry. I am honored, though. So what's Friday?"

"Friday is the interest meeting. Mr. E wanted to make everything as official as possible. ...That's also when we'll see if we have enough people for a full band, rather than just an ensemble." Marinette fidgeted again, now feeling like she was again far too close to Adrien for it to be friendly. "Y-you don't have to do it, though."

"I mean, if it's another chance to see you, I wouldn't mind," he replied. "I'll be there Friday. I'm assuming after school."

oh sweet baby jesus he couldn't just say things like that out loud. holy cow. wow.

"Awesome!" Like a total dork, Marinette gave Adrien a double-thumbs-up. Now that he'd said yes, she needed to get out of there before she made an even bigger fool of herself. "I, uh— I have to go! ...And, uh. Do some things," she said, standing up so fast it gave her a head rush. "See you tomorrow!"

'If it's another chance to see you', 'another chance to see you'. She'd be thinking about that for the rest of her life, maybe. 'Another chance to see you', and he wouldn't mind. He maybe even would like it.

Seven minutes and one second, seven minutes and two...

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obscurecharactershowdown · 11 months

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Before I reveal the contestants, I want to shout out some characters that didn't end up getting in, for one reason or another, but stood out to me

Prince Peasley (Superstar Saga): I mentioned him as a character I really enjoyed learning about, but since he won the Luigi ship competition, I'm unsure of his obscurity status and he may overpower the other characters. I'm sorry your highness, please know I love you

Francis York Morgan (Deadly Premonition): I was stunned to see not one, but 2 people submit this character. I'm endlessly entertained by his weird ass game. He would've been a shoe in had he not been submitted twice. Sorry buddy. Also if he was I would've put in my own propaganda, consisting only of this image

and a video of the squirrels that make monkey noises

Crow T. Robot (Mystery Science Theater 3000): the only reason he's not in is because another MST3K I consider comparatively more obscure was submitted, but I am going to post part of the propaganda for him now because I really loved it and it would be a shame if I was the only one who got to read it:

i have to take a chance on crow, for he is my #1 blorbo and my favorite mst3k character since forever. i charted out a whole TIMELINE for him and there's like. 4-6 of him just existing in various locations. he's shaped like a friend. he can be folded into a torpedo. he has legs and i constantly forget this until he has them on-screen and i'm like OH SHIT this guy is mostly leg (he's around 5'4"). he managed to kill mike (the human guy he lives with in space) TWICE on accident and neither time stuck. all of his presentations are insane and completely factually inaccurate. he claimed women were myths like bigfoot in a short-film style black and white presentation. he's friendly/friends? with pearl, one of the main antagonists (and a woman, who he just claimed didn't exist). he can play the trombone. he just kinda bounces up and down sometimes and is so shaped. he spent 500 years alone because he got bored of being pure energy at the edge of the universe after five minutes. he wrote patrick swayze christmas, the only christmas song ever. he's constantly doing t-rex arms. he keeps falling from extreme heights. to a few ancient romans he's a spider-duck god. he's a bit of a pyromaniac. he went to thanksgiving in deep 13 and walked away unharmed (everyone else got poisoned). he causes an illusion in the theater where it looks like he's staring at you instead of the movie. he's an absolute menace. he contains so much gender yet none at all. he's different! he wants to decide who lives and who dies, and i think he should. he is simply so guy. ty for reading my crow rant sorry for the wall of text

Thank you for this. I love Crow and MST3K too, you are in good company

Mister Qi (Stardew Valley): In the propaganda section, the submitter wrote: "He sucks and I hate him. It'd be really funny if he lost." and it made me laugh

Chuck Cunningham (Happy Days): The submitter's dad told them to submit him and that was also funny to me

Vincenzo (kdrama of the same name): Submitter's dad has a crush on Vincenzo <3

Pioneer 9 (17776): This was the most submitted character, with a total of.....4 submissions! Wow!

Husky (+Anima): This is the second most submitted character, with 3 submissions! I'm sorry to you both but this means you are automatically excluded from being picked for the competition.

Less specifically, shout out to the many characters who were just barely well known enough to drop out of priority. And the major characters/protagonists of major series. A couple were clearly jokes, but several were not.

And all of the characters from albums, commercials, various Real Life Things, myths, some OCs, etc: I have a plan for you. It's not the main bracket, but you are not being left out here. More information on that when the time is right.

Thank you for all your submissions! The list of contestants and their matchups are coming soon!

#obscurecharactershowdown

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ingravinoveritas · 9 months

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hi again! you might already know about this, but i really felt like bringing it up to you!

turns out michael's mom is pretty active on twitter and these past few days she's been engaging nonstop with tweets talking about aziracrow being in love. she's definitelymichael's #1 fan, but i couldn't help noticing the amount of not-about-characters stuff she seems to engage with too. Among tweets talking about Aziraphale's loving stare, queer fans making our usual queer jokes and remarks about them, michael reading fanfiction, miles maitland gifs, there's a good amount of... this. She surely has liked random stuff among the 14.6k rts/likes she has, so i'm attatching some examples of what she's been liking and rting because-- what the hell (i even spotted one of your tweets in the mix!) she even liked a tweet calling AL and GT innefable wives ??

my first thought was how embarrased i'd personally be if my mom was seeing comments online about me and my best buddy being madly in love, let alone engaging with them, but after it settled i'm just... in awe that this probably +70 y/o woman is being this supportive over social media 😭 so heart warming (btw i'm sorry for randomly popping up into your questions twice today- i have literally made this account after finding yours, feeling a bit less alone in the world)

(Grouping these two Asks together since they are related.) Ask #1: Hi there! No need at all to apologize for being in my inbox twice in same day. I'm so glad that my blog has been helpful and meaningful to you, and that you felt compelled to write in as a result. Welcome aboard!

So, Mama Sheen. She's been doing this for years--at least since 2019, when I first started following Michael on Twitter--but I will tell you my slightly crackpot theory, which is that for a while back in the day, I thought that maybe her account was actually Michael's secret alt account. (What better place to hide than in plain sight, after all...). I'm not so sure about that now, of course, but it's been really interesting to see her retweeting so much shippy stuff involving Michael and David, and as both you and @tamose pointed out, she especially seems to have ramped it up since GO 2 came out.

I also wanted to touch on you describing Mama Sheen as Michael's #1 fan, because although I wholeheartedly agree, it's a curious thing to me that we can more easily see her as Michael's number one fan than his own girlfriend. It's Mama Sheen--not AL--who has been retweeting all of this, who's been cheering him on, engaging with fan content, and retweeting all things Ineffable Husbands/GO 2. I've written on my blog previously about how I've never really seen AL be supportive of him (and how she spent much of 2020 and 2021 making fun of his appearance/fat-shaming him), as well as how she is not at all part of that polyamorous/throuple dynamic with Michael, David, and Georgia. And while I know the lack of engagement and carefully calculated interactions/posts could be chalked up to her not being able to promote the show due to the SAG strike, that doesn't really excuse her tepid support of Michael himself.

(Also, don't even get me started on the cringeyness of Georgia and AL as Ineffable Wives, not to mention how insulting it is to David and Michael personally and to their work as professionals to suggest that they are replaceable/that Georgia and AL (or anyone else) could play Aziraphale and Crowley and give us the same dynamic and chemistry we saw on screen...)

But yes, going back to Mama Sheen, I have long thought that she seems to ship Michael and David, and how sweet and heartwarming it would be if Michael brought David over for tea or dinner--especially because his own mother passed away several years ago--and no doubt Mama Sheen would dote on him and make sure he's fed and happy. It's especially interesting to contemplate when we see this picture from the Bright Young Things UK premiere in 2003, which almost looks like Mama (and Papa) Sheen posing with Michael and his kilt-wearing Scottish boyfriend:

Beautiful. Well, it's certainly something delightful to think about, at any rate. Whatever the case may be, I fully agree that it is lovely to see Michael's mom being so supportive and accepting of her son, particularly in the midst of such a hostile, anti-LGBTQ climate in the UK. We love you, Mama Sheen! ❤️

#armangelus #tamose #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #mama sheen #also seeing one of my tweets pop up in a fandom context will never not be amusing to me #first my thread about fanfic going viral in 2019 #then Neil flirting with me two years ago #i don't even know anymore #tell me again that they're not a couple #Mama always knows #ineffable lovers #discourse

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fatestayyuri · 8 months

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Finished Ward Act 2.

thoughts under cut.

I live in hell, lament.

I don't mean to be a hater more than like, what's comedic in the liveblogs to sell the bit. but also whenever i give this fucking serial an inch it throws sand in my eyes and spits on my face. when i go "oh this interaction with children is sweet, i'm glad that Vicky is at least to get some measure of comfort vicariously" they hit me with the "actually one of them might be powered so we have to funnel them into the paramiltary death squad fasttrack" and "Victoria is now going to be a freelance strikebreaker, but this time with Less Oversight". she also wants to fuck her therapist so like, sure. fuck it. i guess we're at that point now.

it's so fucked up very clearly seeing the artifice surrounding the actual genuine compelling core of the story of someone with terminal copbrain due to her trauma and upbringing learning to heal get fucking, impaled fourteen hundred times over by Wildbow moments. There's nascent themes here! of healing! of loss! of taking uneasy, shaky steps forward and trying to mesh the inherent hypocrisy of knowing your abuser deserves a second chance but feeling like that you'd rather kill both of you than be the one to give it to them. I Get It. i really do. but also please stop framing the strikebreaking like it's a good thing.

Sorry i just need to go on here to say that it's supremely funny to me that throwing cars in front of people during a panicked evacuation because they disrespected her Special Baby Girl authority is AFTER all of the conflict counselling is so fucking good. Like??? this is after, huh. it's okay since civies aren't people i suppose, just cargo and luggage

I'm not actually sure if wildbow knows what a strike is. "they're not striking, the two construction groups have just banded together to withhold labor", you say? I don't know maybe it's an intentional oversight on the character's part but at least mention that, goddamn. was he really that proud of the insult Glory Hole to use it twice, too? every time he tries to be witty i genuinely sink into my seat and start boiling alive in second-hand shame. that flirting scene was fucking terrible and the "wow so witty" he gave himself was fucking terrible.

^Wild thing to put slip in there, by the way. "yeah they acted like a union, y'know, making sure the kids were educated, sane, not being SLUTS, not being abused, etc etc"

These writeups aren't edited or like cohesive or coherent at all almost entirely because if wildbow doesn't feel the need to why should i. fuck off, it's ward.

oh right! the therapy group! the therapy group pisses me off so much dude I hate that i love them all i hate that their dynamics are good i hate that they have good chemistry and play off each other and that they feel believable and I hate that i'm gonna read more of this just to see them. Fuck me

uhhh lemme just go down the list... I haven't been given enough information on Chris but I'm liking what i'm seeing tbh, he's cagey and kind of idealistic but also he's like. 13. that's just how they are it's very convincing

Kenzie is good! i like her! she[realises i'm gonna write "is very convincing and compelling for all of these] uhhhhh mirrors a lot of the hangups i had as a kid but also I do in fact completely understand why everyone else wanted me Not In Danger back then

Ashley is too good and hot for Victoria "Cop" Dallon. that is all.

Byron and Tristan are a really interesting character concept to me actually; I have cogent thoughts whirling around in my brain but the only joke i have is that what if they starred in a variant of All or Nothing wouldn't that be fucked up

Rain O' Fire Frazier. She's so trans-coded it's unreal. I love her and how fucked up she is and how she's literally just in this to not get Murderized by her metaphorical family. Girl Same. It is really funny that she gets introduced with a functional kanji pun,

shows up with all her shit fucked up and cracked,

and then leaves with the closest thing of explicit lesbianism that Wildbow has written other than Victoria Dallon's weird thing with the milf therapist.

but from what i hear of Wildbow i'm pretty sure he'll add in a passage about her wanting to settle down with a nice Decidedly Male guy and get pregnant or whatever.

the main thing about Sveta is that she goes "well i *see* myself as disabled" while being like. a quadruple amputee. girl if you are not disabled who is

god. i love these characters. it's such a shame that they're gonna become cops. i hate it here. i hate that i'm gonna read like 1.8 million more words of this. fuck me. fuuuuuuuuuuck.

all in all 7/10 so far

#ward lb

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abhainnwhump · 6 months

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IMYM Chapter 5: Last Minute Preparations: Nightmare

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Nightmare adjusted his shirt collar in the master bathroom's mirror. He wore a gray dress shirt with bishop sleeves, a black suit jacket on his shoulders, and a black cravat. He usually only dressed up this much for business meetings or the few times he’s been to masquerade balls. A date couldn’t have been that different.

Yes, he was five hundred and seven years old and had never been on a date. He’s never had a reason to. Romance was never a focus in his life, not now and likely not ever. He was more focused on taking over the multiverse and spreading negativity. Killer was relentless with the jokes when he found out. Nightmare was inches away from wrapping him in his tendrils and throwing him out the window.

As he was about to grab his pocket watch, he touched a woven bookmark. It was made of dark black fabric with a white X near the top. The string’s knot and two beads kept it from falling, one teal and one purple. A birthday gift from Cross. Along with his childhood crown, Nightmare didn’t know why he kept the damn thing. Nostagila most likely, even if he didn't want to admit it.

If there was one person he hated worse than Dream, it was Cross. He betrayed him not once, but twice. The first was treason, and the second was falling for the enemy. In a way, he did them both on the same day, three years ago.

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Nightmare took the guard in after he murdered his entire AU. He only found out due to Cross venting to him about it. It was an accident, he didn't mean to kill everyone he loved, people betrayed him over and over. He became stuck in the Anti-void, helpless and afraid of losing himself further. He was a fascinating soul, filled with regret and hatred. Cross needed to find a new purpose and Nightmare fancied a new team member. So he offered him a deal. If Cross joined his team, Nightmare would allow him meaning and help with his trauma.

And he was a good member. Resourceful, charismatic, a hard worker, and close friends with the rest of the team. Nightmare enjoyed having him as a subordinate.

But one day, without clear reason, he couldn’t take the killing anymore. He told Nightmare he wanted to quit. He told him he was sorry and grateful for everything he’s done, but he wanted to leave. Nightmare said no. A deal was a deal. They argued for an hour before Cross backed down. He didn’t say anything for a while after that. Less shine in his eye lights, but otherwise he worked as usual. He did become concerned for his mental health though. Was he too harsh? Cross had a habit of hiding both his physical and mental injuries. Especially if someone asked him if he was okay.

The next time they went on a mission, Cross ran away with nothing but an apology note—a weak one at that.

Nightmare canceled the mission and sent the entire team to find the traitor. He couldn't have gone far. They were reluctant but did as their boss asked. As he searched through the minor AU. He caught a strange conversation in the wind.

“Please, I want to help you! I know you’re not evil, and I’m not leaving you to die with a broken leg!”

“Stay away from me! And whatever you’re doing to make me happy, stop it! Happiness is the last thing I want to feel right now.”

“I can’t! It’s my aura! I can’t control it! You feel happy because you’re close to me! I'll leave you alone, but please let me heal your leg.”

The dark king followed the sound until he reached a clearing. Dream kneeled in front of a scuffling Cross, hand hovering with gold magic over his wound. Dream appeared to glow in the dark forest. It was back when he wore teal instead of yellow and a full cape instead of ripped shreds. Cross wore his over-complicated outfit too. A white jacket over a turtleneck and an X-sash. Cross’s right leg was a disaster of chipped bone, purple blood, and torn fabric.

Cross waited until Dream finished to adjust his leg. He seemed shocked over how well it worked. "Thanks, now leave me alone."

Dream’s sighed. “I- okay. Even if you don’t trust me, I want you to have this.”

The guardian reached to his belt and pulled out a gray orb, no larger than a golf ball. It had a small gold star in the center.

Cross scoffed and took the ball. “What is this? Some kind of miniature bomb? Nice try, but it won’t work on me.” He threw it into the forest. Dream gasped and reached out for it, but it was too late.

The orb broke into pieces and blasted a wave of wind and positivity. Nightmare cringed in pain and stifled a scream. It felt like he was burning inside out. The two other skeletons shielded their eye lights from the bright light.

When Nightmare lowered his hand, his eye socket widened. From the orb spouted beams of gold light and a hundred stars. Each star held a positive memory of Cross’s. Nightmare had never seen nor met any of them, but he could tell they were the other monsters from his world. Xtale Papyrus, Undyne, Mettaton, Muffet, he had a sickly sweet love and care for his friends and brother. Yet despite the happiness, sorrow and guilt tainted the memories.

Dream took one of the stars and held it in his hands. He waved his hand over it and smiled, his eye lights turning into stars. “I knew it! You have so many hopes and dreams and happy memories. You loved your friends. You used to be so positive, what ha- Cross?”

Cross failed to hold back his tears. His smile shook as much as his breathing; he struggled to keep quiet to stay strong. He wiped his tears away with one of his dirty sleeves. One of the stars floated by his face and he swatted it away. Then a second, and then a third. He crossed his arms and scowled. His aura was consumed in the guilt and sorrow he repressed for years. "Get rid of them."

“I can't, they will only leave on their own. It takes time. All healing and good things take time.” Dream moved closer, now curious. “Is that the problem? You're scared of what they'll think of you, so you're running away from your past?"

"I'm not running away from it. I tried to save them. I . . . forget it." He closed himself off. "It was a stupid idea in the first place. I should've known I couldn't rip apart other worlds and still expect everything to be normal."

Cross didn’t elaborate and continued to retreat into himself. Dream rubbed the back of his head, opening his mouth and closing it again. He did the one thing he knew to do best. He held him in a protective hug, rubbing his skull and letting him cry on his shoulder. “Shh, it’s okay. You deserve to be happy. If you want . . . I could help you to be happy again. But only if you want me to!"

Nightmare couldn’t hear his response as Cross muttered it, but his aura gained a twinge of comfort. And that’s when the Lord of Negativity decided to make his presence known.

“Well, well, well, I hate to ruin your little bonding moment, but your positivity is sickening.” Nightmare shot a tendril at Dream and tied him up. His brother gasped and struggled. The negativity was too much for him. He lay limp in his tendrils, breathing ragged.

Nightmare turned to Cross, smiling like a proud father. “Cross, you realize that by distracting my brother, you have earned yourself back in my favor. And because of that, I will let you do the honor of killing him.” He lowered Dream and held him spread-eagle style. “Go on, cut into his chest, and take out his soul.”

Cross looked hesitant. Nightmare decided he had to sweeten the deal. He raised his brother in the air behind him. Dream was running out of air. “You will become my first lieutenant and leader of the new army. You will have power you could only dream of.” He laughed at his unintentional pun. “I also won’t punish you for treason as I planned. Do you know how many monsters would take that deal? Many. You’re lucky you-”

A knife blade came down on the base of Dream’s tendril. Nightmare howled in agony. Losing a tendril was worse than a little positivity. He could regrow it within time, but his tendrils contained most of his magic. It would stay weakened until it regrows. But he still had three others.

Dream screamed as he fell. Cross teleported and caught him in midair. He shielded the smaller one with his body as they rolled on the ground. Purple covered his brother's face as he couldn't breathe. His skull lolled back on Cross's shoulder, blinking to refocus.

Nightmare’s eye twitched. “Are you betraying me for him?”

Cross didn’t answer.

Nightmare scowled. “Idiot, don't you see? Dream is messing with your head. He’s making you weak by tricking you into a false sense of empathy. And that’s why I must annihilate him, so no one can feel these emotions again. You still need me. I’m giving you a purpose. Would you rather be alone? Suffering in the guilt you caused yourself?"

Cross stood back up with a firm grip on his magic, claymore-sized knife. “You misunderstand me. I was created to protect people. And Dream . . . people like him are worth protecting. I made a mistake by working for you. I won’t make it again-”

Nightmare stabbed Cross through the chest and arms, yawning.

His tendrils splattered with purple blood as he slow-clapped. “That was beautifully . . . stupid, you should’ve considered being a poet. But I am very disappointed. You had so much potential, only to throw it away for the ‘greater good’. Oh well.” Nightmare thickened his tendrils to snap Cross’s bones. His clothing strained and began to tear. Cross screamed in pain. Snaps broke out. It would’ve gone faster if he had the fourth tendril, but this would do.

“Brother, stop!” Dream stood back up, bow in hand. “L-leave him alone! It’s me you want!”

Nightmare cackled. This was almost too perfect. “Let’s see, should I kill a traitor? Or kill my brother? Oh, decisions, decisions . . .”

He didn’t hear the Gaster Blaster behind him. Cross summoned it with the last of his magic strength. Nightmare barely had time to turn into a puddle, having to drop him in the process. Cross fell with a groan.

He turned to Dream and wiped some of the blood off his face. “Look, sunshine, just get out of here. Leave me, I’ll be fine. I can fight-”

“NO! You have a chance for a happy life! I’m giving you a second chance and there is nothing you can say or do about it!” Dream fixed his sun cape and steadied his breathing. He held up his bow.

Nightmare’s body distorted. He thinned his tendrils out into whips and fired them at Dream and Cross. Dream threw up a shield and defended them. The tendrils stabbed and bounced off the barrier, clanking like hail on a window.

Cross eyed the cracking and breakage. “I got a plan. We need to take cover behind that boulder and then-”

“Oh, Crossy!”

Killer shot a knife from the woods. Cross used his weak state and weight to tackle Dream to the ground. The knife tore off Cross’s already-ruined jacket sleeve.

Cross scowled and grumbled, “Oh, fuck me.”

“If you insist,” Killer taunted. He charged at the two. Dream summoned a wave of positivity and fired it at him. Nightmare’s right hand dashed and teleported, reappearing beside Dream. He slashed a long line down his skull. Dream winced, but focused on keeping Cross out of danger, even with his blood dripping into his eye socket.

“Come on, we need to get out of here,” Cross commanded. “I’ll lend you some happiness for your powers or whatever, but we can’t stay here!”

Dream gave a curt nod before twirling his staff into a portal. “Let’s heal you- um, do you prefer to go by Cross or San-”

“Cross. Never call me Sans.”

Dream tucked his staff into his belt holster. He struggled to carry Cross’s weight. Nightmare’s tendrils flew on their own and tore up Dream’s cape—his most treasured possession. The scraps of fabric fell at his feet.

Dream slowed down looked down, holding the ruined ends. “No! My-my cape!”

“Leave it! We don’t have time!” Cross grabbed the guardian’s arm, wincing at his own injuries. Dream snapped back to his senses. Still crying like a baby, he supported Cross and helped him through the portal. They both fell on the other side and sealed it.

Killer teleported to Nightmare’s side as he reformed properly. “Boss, should I go after them? Give me three hours and I will bring back their skulls.”

Nightmare watched the portal close. “A tempting offer, but no. We’re returning to the castle and reporting the news to the others. From there, I will decide what to do next. Cross is no longer a member of the VSS and that should be clear. He is a target that should suffer as much as the Star Sanses if not more."

“Gotcha.”

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Nightmare banished Cross but didn’t send an immediate search mission. He expected the Star Sanses to take him as a new member. To his shock, Cross stayed neutral. But there was something else, something far worse than that. Error was the one who broke the news to him.

Cross and Dream fell in love.

Love, what a worthless feeling. Well, perhaps worthless wasn’t the right word. It could be exploited, used, and taken advantage of. Pathetic was better. Isn’t that where this idea came from? To make Ink fall in love with him so he could turn him into a living weapon?

These days, Nightmare took the sympathy he had for Cross and burned them until all there was only hate. If he surrendered there and then, Nightmare would have made his death painless. Now, he didn’t care. He wanted to see him severed and hanging.

Nightmare slammed his hands on the marble sink. His fingers clenched, but he managed to take a deep breath. As long as he didn’t think about Cross and/or Dream, he could keep his temper managed. Besides, he couldn’t intimidate Ink on the first date. What was the adage about a frog? If you drop a frog into a pot of boiling water, it will immediately jump out. Drop a frog into a pot of lukewarm water and raise the heat, it will stay until it dies.

It’s a failing metaphor because the frog jumps out no matter how hot the pot is. You would need to lobotomize it first. He snapped a pair of black silk gloves on.

Nightmare finished readying himself and left the bathroom. He had one more stop to make before he could go to the date.

He walked down his finely decorated hallways. Long purple rugs lined the stone floor. Every decoration had a place in his gothic black and purple theme. The left wall held tall windows with moon designs, shining the sunset through them. The right were old oil paintings. Nightmare had an appreciation for old art, especially those depicting misery and pain. The more suffering the better.

One might ask how he landed such exquisite decor. The answer was centuries worth of exchange and thievery. Nightmare never had a problem with stealing. His moral compass was as nonexistent as his skin.

Nightmare walked inside his office and pushed a stack of papers aside with a tendril. He lay Ink’s sash flat, removing each vial and laying them in a straight line. He touched each of the vials’ rainbow, heart-shaped tops. He could sense the emotions radiating from each color. Not as powerful as natural feelings, not even close. It was like holding artificial flavoring. It does the job, but it’s farce compared to the real thing.

Once he removed the yellow one, his smile distorted so it pointed by his eye sockets. The sturdy glass kept it from burning him, but he still felt happiness and positivity inside. Nightmare opened one of his windows and breathed in the cool night air. He looked down into the blue lake and smiled.

He threw the vial into the water below.

The vial flew, yellow against black until it crashed and sunk into the lake below. The darkness sucked it down. Ink wouldn’t be able to weaken him with happiness now. As long as he stayed here, he would be miserable. The pink paint's love would trick him into thinking he feels positive. Love wasn’t a positive or negative emotion, it was neutral as it could work both ways. Love could be selfless or selfish depending on the person. Most of the time, it was the latter.

He touched the breast pocket of his suit. He nestled the bottle of pink and red paint inside. It glowed softly. You couldn’t notice the light unless you were searching for it.

Nightmare ceased touching the vials when a lumbering sound outside caught his attention. He learned how to tell which member of the trio was who based on the sound of their footsteps. "Come in, Horror."

Horror opened the door and peered inside. His red eye was the only thing lighting up his face. Otherwise, he was backlit by the dark gold light of the hall.

Nightmare turned toward the oldest member of the Murder Time Trio. Horror was a few inches taller than he was and more muscular, but Nightmare didn’t mind.

“When Ink gets ’ere . . . can we torture him?”

Nightmare thought about it. “In time. I need to break him in first. Then you, Killer, and Dust can have a field day. I don’t care what you do to him, just keep him functional. Break a few fingers or use him as a test dummy for all I care,” he said. “Remember, he won’t be an equal to us. He’s far less, so don’t feel bad about making him hurt.”

Horror nodded. “So he’s . . . a torture toy with . . . a special excuse?”

“Mm, close enough. You’re in charge while I’m gone; I trust you the most. But if I come back to any pranks, destruction, or Ouija board incidents, you are all cleaning the dungeon. Including the blades and chains. We need to make a good impression on our new member, don't we?”

“Yes, boss.”

With a final nod, Nightmare stepped through the portal to Outertale. It was one of the AUs he was fond of, and the only one he liked that wasn’t negative-centric. The sky was forever dark and covered with stars. The residents were low energy and had little animosity towards anyone. Nightmare stayed in the shadows and out of sight as much as possible. As kind as Outertale was, he still had a reputation and a price on his head. Thank you, Dream.

Nightmare followed the roads until he made it to the restaurant. Tucked between two shops, it was fancier than either of them, looking like it belonged to a different AU. It was made with white pillars and had an old style, like the buildings in ancient mythology books he read as a child.

Nightmare pushed the doors open. The lively atmosphere almost immediately quieted down. It was like a blanket of uncertainty and fear. He couldn’t sense Ink’s artificial aura so that guaranteed he was late.

“Reservations for Nightmare Joku.” He set his hands on the counter, holding a confident cool smile. The worker seemed unnerved, but they gave him a polite smile in return. It turned strained once they looked into his glowing eye light.

“Joku . . . give me one sec.” They flipped through the massive book and scanned through a page. “Ah, found you.”

They set the book down and mumbled to themself. “Mother of the stars, why can’t I ever get the normal customers . . .” They stood up and walked, gesturing for Nightmare to follow. He did. He looked straight ahead but noticed nervous looks and whispers from the other monsters.

The attendant lead him to a spare room saved for events. Nightmare needed the privacy, not just for the view, though that was a bonus. The window showed the white Milky Way against a deep purple sky. He wanted to keep the affair between him and Ink, and them alone.

The attendant looked nervous, messing with their clipboard. “Um . . . would you like any drinks to begin with?”

Nightmare nodded. “I’ll have a pinot noir and my date will have a rosé champagne. He should be here within the next . . . five to ten minutes, roughly. If you see him, please tell him I’m waiting. Oh, and one last request, please. Could you leave me and him alone for, let’s say, twenty minutes? No, make it fifteen. That should be enough time.”

They rubbed their clipboard more, tapping the chained pen against it. The outside suddenly looked very interesting to them. “Apologies, sir. It’s policy to not leave customers alone for too long. It's considered rude.".

Nightmare nonchalantly passed the waiter one hundred gold pieces from his pocket. The waiter stared with eyes as wide as saucers. They also seemed desperate to get out of there. “Well . . . I suppose an exception can be made.”

As soon as he slipped out, Nightmare shook his head. Mortals could be convinced with the simplest bribe. They came back with the glasses of wine and water not long after. Once he left, he activated his plan.

The dark king removed the bottle of love potion from his pocket and poured half of the pink liquid into the wine. He decided it would be safe if he saved some in case the effects failed to work. He wasn’t too concerned though. The main reason he chose Ink as his target was how easily he could be manipulated. Physically, Ink was the strongest member of the Star Sanses. Mentally, he’s the weakest. If only he was as intelligent as he was arrogant.

Nightmare drank his red wine. He was incapable of getting drunk, likely due to his body lacking a solid form. The power from his black apple soul was the only thing keeping it together. Along with the fact he was using a six-year-old skeleton as a, well, skeleton.

The stars entranced and distracted him. He focused his attention on what appeared to be a flaming asteroid. Then he caught a bitter aura. Nightmare couldn’t read minds, but if he could, he could imagine the host thinking vulgar language.

The fire monster at the reception desk peeked in through the curtains. “Your Highness? Your date is here.”

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calyxthenerd · 17 days

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As mentioned it, now you need to write the Roller Band in the autocomplete interview

“Okay, boys, who wants to go first?” The interviewer asks, when suddenly a random girl storms the studio in roller skates, panting “sorry I’m late! drivers are terrible” and proceeds to plop down on the guitarrist’s lap, the worst part is, none of them seem remotely surprised by this, and she completes her sentence after taking a breath “and Matteo, before you say anything, Simón was closer to the door” to the Italian boy who indeed looked like he wanted to say something

“I’m sorry, miss, but this is a private shooting, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave”

“No, Luna can stay!” Pedro pipes in

“She’s so tiny, it’s not like she’ll take up space” Nico completes

“If the chica delivery goes, I go too”

“Same here, I won’t do this interview without Luni” and he hugs her tight

“Awww thanks guys!” She beams

“Okay, I guess she can stay, now, onto the actual business, ACTION!”

“Hey everyone, I’m Simón!”

“And Pedro”

“And Nico”

“And Matteo”

“And Luna”

“And together we are THE ROLLER BAND!!” They all say the last part together, before Simón takes over again

“As you can see, today we are on wired to do the autocomplete interviews, with a special guest, my lifelong best friend and the most talented skater I know” he blinks twice at the camera, a silent apology to his wife, Ámbar, who’s definitely watching from her office “who made time in her very busy schedule to join us and react to this madness, now, Luna” someone hands him one of those giant things where the search bar and answers are “hold this for me” he asks while he reads the first one out loud “is Simón Alvarez… an athlete? No, I mean, I was, I was a semi-professional skater back in the day, but the last time I competed, was like… five years ago? Anyways, I’m not an athlete, I’m a musician, as you probably know if you’re watching this, onto the next question does Simón Alvarez… have a tattoo? no, as a matter of fact, I do not, I’m actually terrified of needles, next question, is Simón Alvarez… dead?” He gets serious and says “yes” in an extra deep voice, before bursting out laughing, to which everyone joins in, before he continues “no, I am in fact, not dead, at least I hope so…” he grins “last one, is Simón Alvarez… single? No I am not single, I am very happily married, and my wife is probably watching this” he waves at the camera “hi rosa! Te amo!” Before addressing the public again “once again, I’m very happily married, so if you could please stop sending me your underwear that’d be great” he jokes, but everyone’s smiles get strained, and Luna frowns, having witnessed lots of really bad breakdowns on both sides over that kind of situation, and hating to watch her kindred spirit and cousin suffering like this, but then Matteo cuts in, always a show horse, ready to relieve the tension “And now it’s my turn!”

And that’s more or less with the interview went, with lots of laughs, funny stories, and a few uncomfortable silences, but that’s life

#I would do the whole thing but then I’d have to do stuff for Nico and I just Don’t Want To #soy luna #thanks for the ask!

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slowjamastan · 11 months

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My favorite color is green. I play violin, though not very well. I love dogs, and volunteer at an animal shelter. I'm into sci fi and my favorite author is Ursula K. LeGuin. I also like Batman comics.

And I also happen to be a FTM transgender man. What you folks would call a TIF.

Ever since I was 10, before i even knew why, I hated my body. For years of my life, I had daydreams of taking a kitchen knife to my chest and cutting off the breasts. I tried to kill myself twice.

That changed 3 years ago. I realized I was trans and bought myself a binder.

When it's on, I feel relief. I dont think of the kitchen knife. I'm not too depressed to get out of bed.

But after 8 hours, I have to take it off.

I plan on getting top surgery so this relief can stay.

I should note- this isn't about sexism or anything of the sort. Both my parents were outspoken feminists, and I've been fortunate enough to always live in progressive areas.

This is about people. And if transitioning can keep people like me from killing themselves? I'm all for it.

you seem to be engaging in good faith, so im gonna take you serious and not just be a dick. but man, this is my blog where i have fun and post memes. i hate doing this and am annoyed u sent this at all. theres so many radfem blogs that love discourse and im sooo lukewarm, im radfem-adjacent at best. im a fandom blogger at heart bro. who tf are you lol

first of all i do not care about your life story. youre like "please please see me as a person, we kweer transes are real people, i hope you can understand that even though youre a horrible evil t*rf. im reaching out to u because i believe theres still good in ur heart uwu" you people r annoyinggg

its not like i lack empathy, i was dysphoric and suicidal for a whole decade of my life and mostly surrounded myself with people who felt the same. what changed for me is realizing that my internal feelings about the gender-flavor of my soul didnt mean a goddamn thing and werent worth dwelling on. im a person and my body is female. at first i still wanted to change myself. i switched to id-ing as transmed, i was ready to acknowledge that i was born a girl at least but i knew so strongly that i wanted to pass as male and that it would make me more comfortable in my body. i was completely sure i was a man.

now ofc body dysmorphia is different for everyone but i really think no matter how fucked up your brain gets about how you naturally look, changing your body with medical intervention isnt the best answer. theres so many side effects and complications with each transition step. taking T in a female body can really fuck you up medically. keep yourself informed about what youre doing and think about if theres less expensive and drastic ways to go about fixing what makes you uncomfortable about the way you're perceived. and not to be insensitive, but if you have a history of s*xual assault, that can also be a very real reason for disconnect from your secondary sexual characteristics and ive met enough people that struggle with that sort of ptsd that manifests as wanting to trans their gender that i would rly think about where the desire to become male comes from. it could be a lot of things, and it can feel so real and valid dont get me wrong—but could fade away with time and/or therapy, leaving you reverse-dysphoric about your changed body

committing to being a transsexual while young is a tricky thing. i trust youve already thought it through but goddamn i promise you everything in life changes so much all the time. maybe this wont for you! but it might!!! it did for me and thats terrifying!!!!! identifying as trans is very much the current "its not a phase mom!" thing that teenagers do and you cant convince me otherwise btw. this isnt to say genuine trans people arent real and dont exist. and medically transitioned people definitely do, bc its exploded in popularity. but most of yall are a joke to anyone with a brain sorry lol most people are humoring you guys but would never admit it. this is a fate i wouldnt wish on anyone. being trans is cringe. or it will be soon, trust me

tldr i desisted from being trans myself after a full decade of self-id, various pronouns, etc. so i know where youre coming from. then when i started anxiety medication it helped boost me out of that spiral, which if u havent gotten medicated for other underlying issues i suggest you look into before jumping into hormones/surgery. ive heard that ocd can make u obsess about breasts and want them gone and stuff like that. body dysmorphia in any flavor is a bitch! im wishing you the best anon

also, read some self help literature instead of just fiction. i recommend 7 habits of highly effective people by steven covey. i read this for college and it fr made me a more functional person when i was still FtM and deeply depressed

edit: for the record im not gender conforming to femininity now. i see that misconception a lot, and forget that most ppl dont know what radfem types actually believe. i dress however i want, i just am not delusional about how i want people to address me. im just a lesbian 🫶

#mail #post #this is a little incoherent but im trying to be honest with u brotha ok ur a man u can take it #t

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yuhi-san · 2 years

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How do you think Digimon Frontier might have gone if the Spirits of Steel, Wood, and Earth had been bequeathed to Ophanimon, the Spirits of Darkness and Water had been bequeathed to Seraphimon, the Spirits of Flame, Light, Ice, Wind, and Thunder had been bequeathed to Cherubimon, and the protagonists had been Katsuharu, Teppei, Chiaki, Teruo, and Koichi (with Kouji joining later)?

i saw you(?) ask others this so i guess you are hoping for some cool reverse au or something.

sorry to say that this or swapped places and such was never my jam. not to mention with how little we know about katsuharu and co, it might easily have gone nearly the same except for different digimon forms.

though it brings the question:

was one of the others unwillingly pushed on the train or did they still go after pushing tommy?

does kouichi make it on the train here or does he still fall.

or is kouji the one that falls and misses the train? who is the clueless twin in this version?

these things would change the course of the story more than just making katsuharu and co the protagonist. because sadly they aren't really established all that much

since i'm on a roll, i can at least give you one 'what if places were switched?' scenario that i think would be cool

i would switch kouichi and takuya. they still get their original spirits and kouichis situation with kouji remains the same. (though honestly you could also give the fire spirit to kouichi and have kouji get the ice spirit as opposite. would fit his cool and sometimes frosty personality haha. so many 'showing us the could shoulder' jokes. it would give innocent young tommy the spirit of light instead)

it switched when they both miss the elevator and take the stairs. except kouichi doesnt fall and makes it down in time. he can't see kouji on a platform but doesn't know which train he took si he takes the closest one on a whim. there he meets zoe, j.p and tommy. they ask him if he also followed the messages. kouichi knew he got messages earlier but didn't check them. he was kinda preoccupied. of course he still says 'yes' because let's face it, would you tell strangers you just met on a train that no, actually i was stalking my twin brother who does not even know i exist. don't think so.

they end up in the digiworld, it's terrifying and wild and before they know it they are under attack. just like takuya, kouichi gets his spirit first. it's amazing and crazy all at once and like an hour ago kouichi thought actually going up to kouji and talking to him was the scariest thing he could do. now he is suddenly involved in all of this and he has completely lost track of kouji. is he even here as well?

the voice in his D-tector tells him he will find what he is looking for if he continues towards the forest terminal. so going on it is. zoe wants to see whatever this through and tommy is now excited. j.p just kinda tags along at first.

speaking of tommy, kouichi doesn't actually know anything about having a brother but he liked the idea way before he knew kouji existed. he is very dedicated to look after tommy the best he can.

this group dynamic makes them butt head and argue far less since kouichi is rather mellow. it does, however, make them way more indecisive.

to make sure the cat is not out of the bag too early, let's say kouji gets his spirit by saving katsuharu and co instead. also congrats, now they think that was amazing & let's find more of these spirits for ourselves!

and maybe kouichis group, or part of them, cross path wit kouji once or twice. but it's always in spirit form so they have no clue what he looks like. also in true kouji fashion, he never bothers to introduce himself and fucks off still as lobomon.

sure, you could say that maybe kouichi thinks 'hey could be kouji' but he never talked to him & lobomons voice is different and there was a whole bunch of ther kids. would be quite the coincident. also the voice says he will find what he is looking for (kouji) at the forest terminal. so.

there is a reason why he is less likely to join the group in this version but let's see what's up with takuya, shall we?

takuya misses the elevator and after like ten seconds of having a mini meltdown about it he realizes he can take the stairs. except takuya trips and falls & ends up as a very confused spirit in the digiworld. he's obviously not quite right and in a haze. but unlike kouichi he lacks any bitterness that cherubimon can use to manipulate him. so he needs something else. instead he applies to takuyas righteousness. makes him believe they are the good ones.

the story goes like this: cherubimon tries to collect all the data to purify from a virus that ophanimon has infested it with. but of course ophanimon tries to stop that so the virus can spread and fester & eventually destroy everything. now she has tricked other kids to believe her.

to eliminate the 'if they just talked about it' solution, we have this: cherubimon makes sure takuya cannot really talk in his twisted digimon form. he managed to save takuya when he came here but not before ophanimon could do a lot of damage. his spirit form is all that keeps him strong enough.

being way less passive than kouichi, takuya gets involved almost right away. so he and kouji start crossing blades a lot and early on. which kinda brings us back to why kouji stays away from the group longer.

you see, he too was asked to go to the forest terminal but the voice also told him he will eventually understand the mystery that surrounds him. when uh… evil!agunimon starts showing up and clearly is targeting him personally, kouji understandably but wrongly assumes this has something to do with it. thanks to ophanimon being so cryptic he has no context to know better.

the truth is, takuya isn't a complete idiot. kouji, who is alone, is easier to take on than a group of four. he also appears to be less loyal/inclined to follow ophanimons orders so takuya might get him to understand better.

this almost rivalry gets kinda personal so kouji is more interested in handling this and less inclined to agree to a team up with the others.

while kouichi and co have their first terrifying encounter with grottmon, kouji gets his b-spirit while fighting with evil!agunimon (also gotsumon gets to go with kouji cause i say so)

while they deal with the horror of the tv forest, kouji ends up with the kindergarten (look, he tries his best, alright)

like takuya, kouichi loses control over his b-spirit (its less animalistic instinct taking over than evil/impure stuff). kouji as lobomon comes to help but gets intercepted and driven away by evil!agunimon.

kouichi and the others go on. they manage to free qeraphimon (since they could do that without kouichi i guess it's enough if at least half the chosen children are there, so). kouichi hasn't told them about kouji. at first it was because he thought this whole thing would be resolved quickly and he didn't really wanna involve the others. it's awkward and he is very insecure about the whole thing as it is. not to mention he has no idea how to explain this without sounding like a weirdo at best or a creepy stalker at worst.

while kouichi and the others have this tucanmon mess at hands, kouji has to figure out how the frick to make a hamburger (again he really tries his best but this is somehow even worse than him trying to handle a bunch of kindergartener)

they are all at the trailmon race (which takes place after the burger episode). but this version requires digimon drivers so they don’t see each others human form here.

(actually in this version kouji might spend most his time as a digimon. he only travels with a digimon and others are way more likely to take him serious as a digimon rather than a human)

it goes on and on and then so much is happening. it gets crazier and more dangerous. the stakes are getting higher and higher and they are expected to be these great saviors and what not. there is never time or a good moment for kouichi to tell them about kouji. the longer it goes on, the harder it becomes to say something. they are looked at as heroes to save the day and kouichi has it not on him to tell anyone he never even bothered with the messages, he just came here and stayed to find his brother.

the fallout happens on the dark continent. kouichi and co see light and fighting in the distance and hurry to check things out. they find lobomon and evil!agunimon (who they also fought before but less often than kouji). takuya got his b-spirit and things don’t look good for lobomon so they all rush in to help.

during the fight, when kouji and takuya clash, they see each others face. it throws kouji off because not only is there a kid in there (unlike with the other warriors) but he's seen him before! i mean you probably won’t forget the weirdo kid that has been talking/shouting to himself you saw on the train just before you came here.

koujis face is also pretty much the only thing familiar to takuya in this world. he took special note of him in the train after all and tried to follow him in shibuya station. once kouji points out 'i know you! you were on the same train as me!' takuya loses his crap like duskmon did.

(it wasn't the first time he felt off about himself or questioned cherubimons story but whenever he did cherubimon would worsen the fog in his mind & tighten his control like he did with kouichi)

the others are bruised and confused af. unlike the other times, kouji is exhausted enough to transform back in front of the others and they realize he looks a lot like kouichi. like way too much.

clearly they are in shock and except for kouichi they lose their minds very loudly about hey what the heck? kouji probably can tell he opened some kind of can of worms but its not like he cares too much what they are japing about. he had no idea his look alike twin is with them after all. between not having really seen kouichi yet and the new revelation about takuya, kouji has no reason to think the mystery surrounding him is not connected to takuya. so of course without a thought of the others he runs off after evil!agunimon (evil!burninggreymon?)

look, he has a bad habit of doing that as it is but the circumstances in this version have him not at all grown out of it yet.

the others are too flabbergasted to follow right away. with so many questions they look at kouichi, who in turn is frozen in place with, well, a lot of emotions. after a lot of questions and some yelling he begrudgingly tells them everything. (he might have told them before he is an only child or at least that he grew up without siblings. cause again, the stalking your unsuspecting twin thing).

zoe, j.p and tommy are initially mad at kouichi for lying and not saying anything after all they went through together. it does not get resolved right away cause they have to deal with ranamon and mercurymon. its them trying to evade capture instead of trying to get free like after takuya went back to the real world.

i guess instead of takuyas heroic bsod we get kouichi feeling really guilty and despairing over how he 'lead them on' by having them thinking he was a hero following the call when he is really not (he very much did become the hero that was needed, he just can't see that right then). the darkness bad side nearly overcomes him but he can pull himself together with the help of his friends. they come around pretty quickly. all they needed was a couple hours to wrap their head around all the layers of crazy. they get why kouichi handled things the way he did and assure him he is alright. (he gets to hear the occasional jab about his stalking, mostly from j.p, but it's in good spirit)

eventually they end up and get inside of sephirotmon alongside evil!agunimon and kouji & gotsumon. not only do they need to fight and regroup but also find kouji and have him sick around for more than 10 minutes to have, like, number of important conversations.

i guess in this version kouji gets to double spirit to fight evil!agunimon and kouichi double evolves to finish sephirotmon. here though evil!agunimon gets away and all the kids get to regroup, including kouji. this version has the not fight sephirotmon in the dark and all but tell kouji to chill the fuck out for a second so they can ask what the deal is with evil!agunimon (not that he really knows anything beyond this is a kid he met on the train when coming to the digiworld). Also kouji should know about kouichi, one way or another, but especially since they really should be working together – period.

It does not go very well. its difficult for kouichi to explain properly & he is worried how kouji will take it. Which is to say not very well. he has a lot of emotions about it, mostly confusion and anger (not really at kouichi but at the fact that this whole situation is a thing in the first place)

It’s obviously quite the shock. There isn’t the additional problem of kouichi being a bad guy but t comes out of left field even more to kouji here. Between what ophanimon said and the takuya situation, he had no reason to think he was anyhow connected to loewemon (sure spirit of darkness, but since that is A Thing someone was going to get it. He does not think zoes wind and grottmons earth are specially connected either). So yeah, it’s a lot.

Since now they are all after evil!agunimon and heading to the rose morning star, kouji and gotusumon very, very reluctantly agree to go with the others (they all find the funny german trailmon together and fix him up). the mood is really tense and its super awkward all around. Kouji is stand-offish as ever and keeps away from them as much as he can & stick with gotsumon.

They didn’t get to know kouji much in this version so they can’t really tell that he is not being a cold prick on purpose but is in reality just very overwhelmed with everything. Learning his mom is alive, he has a brother that is here and crossed paths with before and still the whole evil!agunimon/takuya situation that is even less clear now. That is a lot at once to handle and honestly kouji has never been particularly good in dealing with his own emotions, let alone verbalizing them. Gotsumon is there for kouji but having a lot of similar issues as him and having little to no context for what brothers let alone mothers are, he can’t really help him all that much.

Kouichi isn’t doing much better. He is worrying and second guessing how he handled this, if he even knows how to go forward now, if he even knows how to do this or if kouji would want to talk to him now at all. He is very insecure about all of this.

j.p initially thinks they should leave them to it and just give them time. Who would want strangers that are not involved or affected by this at all tell them how to properly handle it? Certainly not j.p.

tommy is the first to go up to kouichi to cheer him up. he’s sure him and kouji will be fine with some time. Also as someone who has a brother, he is certified to assure kouichi that he is doing a pretty good job at being a brother. Of course j.p comes to cheer him up too, because no matter what he says he is a big old softie.

Zoe then is the one to go up to kouji. They don’t know him very well but they know kouichi. I think he initially wouldn’t have told kouji that he kept this a secret from his friends before or voice how emotionally difficult this all was to him. He’s got a bad habit of being self deprecating and probably would feel that this was just him making excuses. But zoe really wants kouji to know that this isn’t easy for kouichi either and he worries and cares a lot.

Probably takes some pushing from gotsumon for kouji to admit that he doesn’t mean to be harsh to kouichi, he just does not know how to handle all the news he just got. Not to mention the whole mystery surrounding him that he thought related to evil!agunimon who seemed to be after him in particular, might not be that. Now he is back to square one or worse. Like all of this at once seems like too much of a coincident.

It’s still awkward but they have to go on towards the rose morning star where they fight evil!agunimon.

(unlike with kouichi, kouji needs no encouragement to slap some sense into takuya lol)

Once takuya is defeated, he is understandably distraught and confused. Like in the original, once he sees takuya kouichi realizes that he too saw him in the real world where he followed kouji (a stalker caught another stalker, huh – not the time for jokes j.p!)

Nothing makes sense and once kouji confronts takuya about what the hell is going on, things just get wilder. Takuyas mind is still a little jumbled and all but he wastes and launches in a spiel of how they need to understand that ophanimon is evil and tricking them (you know now that he gets to talk). Which of course has the other be like what the frick you talking about?

Now that takuya is no longer under cherubimons control and the fog in his mind has lifted it doesn’t take much for him to realize what is really going on. needless to say takuya is devastated. He also won’t remember much of anything when kouji ask him about being on the train together so there is that.

They have sympathy for takuyas situation and like with kouichi he is easily forgiven. They encourage him to stay with them and come to the rose morning star with them. It’s fine, cant get more awkward than it is already. Takuya also gets his real spirits fighting the fake cherubimon.

After that uff… I don’t like how especially unbalanced frontiers is so lets say they fight cherubimon while trying to save ophanimpn. And instead of being saved by ophanimon, zoe gets to also double spirit evolve. Actually I would like them to all double evolve to beat cheruubimon. So maybe cuase takuya was in possession of both spirits and evolved so long he got the double evo right away against fake cherubimon.

Then when they have weirdo icedevimon to deal with tommy gets his double evo and j.p gets it in the very last fight against cherubimon. I guess. The order of these three really doesn’t matter that much.

Either way during the icedevimon fiasco kouichi and kouji are the ones to get their d-tectors frozen. They warm up more to each other when kouji is intent on protecting Kouichi despite initially appearing to be cold and uncaring towards him. Also takuya gets to make up his past ‘mistakes’, either by getting double evo here or buying tommy enough time for his, depending on what order the double evos are, as it does not matter that much.

Anyway they get their butts kicked by the royal knights and still end up on the moon where they get to goof off a bit. Here too it’s takuya who comes too first and is determined to do all he can for the other kids.

So eventually they get back to earth. I think they should do the 6 double evo vs two royal knights & minions for longer. I’d even have tommy double evolve when meeting katsuharu and co if it weren’t for the ‘all spirits at once against cherubimon’, so. The katsuharu and co & tommy situation plays out pretty similarly except the knights have knightmon with them already and all six of the kids are fighting.

So I’m actually not sure who would do the unity evo eventually. Either we stick with the original light and fire spirit, which would be kouji and takuya. In this case I think takuya would somewhat take over not necessarily as a leader but the front man if you know what I mean. Because kouichi is very kind and caring and he did step up to the challenge they faced but he is not the naturally born hero type that takuya is and now that takuya is no longer controlled he could finally grow into his actual destiny.

On the other hand if the switcheroo stuck like before, now it would be kouji and kouichi doing the unity evo which is also kinda cool with the twins and dark and light theme. Then again, in this version kouji is only just learning to work with others and has not yet really matured emotionally the way he did in the original. He is only getting started with all this. So maybe unifying anything is not really in the card for him yet.

Anyway the episodes with katsuharu and co, the village of beginnings and the one with bokomon and neemons hometown stays pretty much the same plotwise, if now with multiple double evos instead of the two unity ones.

It may differ a little with takuya being more reckless because he feels he needs to make up for his past mistakes & really wanting to be a hero that can save others. Also in this version kouji met katsuharu and co so he would probably be like why the frick are you still here??

I guess him knowing them would also surprise tommy and maybe they would be a little more inclined to be jealous of tommy getting a spirit and they don’t? either way they still get around to it and realize they were pricks to tommy and also that they need to go home because there isn’t much they can do.

Since gotsumon is already with kouji and co, the episode where they return to seraphimons castle starts out a bit different but otherwise stays similar to before. Of course gotsumon still gets to evolve to help kouji fight but yeah losing his home is not easy on him. So I guess we can still have Kouji and gotsumon run distraction while they others get in.

Then again since they are all still able to evolve kouichi might stay with them. Him and Kouji get to work together more and takuya gets to go with the others

When they are at autumnleafe fair it’s gotsumon and the other digimon that build the snow catapult to help the others fight. Here It’s takuya that gets to realize he is actually a only a spirit here. That’s really not helping his situation at all. What does this mean? He can’t remember how he got here. What if this is the punishment for falling on the evil side?

So once they are in the library and all takuya is weirdly quiet and out of it. They still split up to look for the key the same way. Except they can all tell there is something fishy going on with takuya so they get zoe to go with him and probe him for what’s going on. Because she is by far the most subtle and tactful really. Instead of this interrupted almost love confession(??) takuya nearly tells her what’s up but then decides he has to handle that on his own.

Maybe in the library they find some more stuff about the legendary warriors and figure out there must be a way to, uh, unify the spirits more strongly or whatever. Except how do figure out how to do that exactly or with whom? They don’t really get a chance to figure it out with crusadermon and dynasmon showing up and all.

Takuya is being extra recless. This is their last chance and knowing he is only a spirit there is nothing for him to lose actually. So when it’s looking really bad for them & they are forced back into human form and takuya is about to be killed the d-tectors react. Because I think no matter what version, doing things be sheer determination is just ingrained into takuyas being. So they figure out to give him the right spirits so takuya still gets to be emperorgreymon.

Hmm I guess kouichi is the other one in a similar position to takuya and is given the other spirits by the rest of his friends to unity evolve into whatever as well (which I guess makes this some kind of triangle switch or something). I just think since kouji has been lone wolfing it so much longer & was for a long time more focused on the mystery surrounding him than anything in this version it might be neat twist to see kouichi fight and think: he spent most his time doing what he could to help others regardless of what he personally wanted. If anyone would handle this right, its him.

Anyway once kouichi and takuya unity evolve they manage to finally win against the royal knights. But things suck and lucemon is powerful enough now to destroy the last key from his prison. So they face lucemon and end up on the moon pretty much the same way as before.

Kouichi and kouji still get to have a heart to heart talk on the moon about their mom. When patamon, loopmon and salomon tell them about how darkness and light need to be in balance to win they think that makes sense but is also weird. Because why did takuya then get to unity evolve instead of kouji? Not to mention how weird he has been acting super weird recently. Of course they get bokomon to spill the beans once takuya is out of earshot for like a minute. Not that they are given the time to figure out what any of that really means thanks to lucemon

The fight happens still pretty much the same. Except instead of kouichi, kouji is the one that sacrifices himself by taking a hit. That boy has a real habit of doing so as it is. Also the fact that it has to be kouichi and the darkness might be explained by the fact that lucemon is an angle digimon & more light based (look I’m just making up some lore at that point). Anyway everyone is understandably shocked and kouichi is so very distraught. But takuya is pissed, like for real. They do become Susanoomon and fight lucemon and all into the real world. Everything is kinda jumbled there anyway so what difference does it make if I switch the kouichi/kouji/takuya thing even more.

I guess its ok for spirit! Takuya to be in the real world as since he is first in the inbetween (the destroyed train station) and then in digimon form with the others.

Anyway of course both him and kouichi are in despair when it seems they lost kouji & failed to save either word. Takuya feels like a failure. He was supposed to be a hero and first he was tricked into helping the bad guys and even now he can’t get it right no matter what. Kouichi isn’t handling it much better. He just lost the brother he only really got to know recently and while he had started to think he was actually doing this hero thing right despite not really having followed the call initially, it still seems not to matter how hard he tries.

Of course in the end they all pull through and defeat lucemon.

With the digiworld saved and all, they get to say goodbye. Kinda. Since the portal between the worlds is still open and takuya is more than aware now that he is a ghost (and likely death in the real world) he decides to have his soul trade place with koujis… wherever souls go (digimon 02 clearly shows there are more worlds than two, so. Also don’t ask me how that works, if digimon gets to be big on artistic license in their own story so do I). besides, that’s what a real hero does, give his life to save others. Besides it’s fine since his body is okayish in the real world and this does not end like church in the season 13 finale of rvb

So kouji comes back, pretty confused and out of it but now they lost takuya. Its all very emotional for everyone and before they can really understand what happened, they barely have time to say bye to the spirits and the digimon that were with them before they are thrown back into their world. But agunimon manages to tell them Takuya can still be saved.

Once back kouichi realizes that if takuya too missed the elevator, he might also had the same idea and taken the stairs, so off they go. Of course at the end of the day, they get to save takuya in a similar manner than they did with kouichi thanks to the power of friendship and love. (and totally freak out the hospital staff by doing so lol)

But all is well in the end.

#anon i am so sorry that is not at all what you asked for #also i went on a 5000 word speil here #yes i am not kidding it is exactly 5000 words no shit #this never happened before #i mean it #im also kinda scared of myself #i even went on tumblr desktop for the first time to put that monstrosity under a cut #help us all #digimon frontier #kouji minamoto #kouichi kimura #junpei shibayama #tomoki himi #izumi orimoto #anon #i am sorry this is insane #what ifs #takuya kanbara

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violetrainbow412-blog · 2 years

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Dear Professor [P. M]

Professor!Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: I wanted to write something nice for Peter in adult age, I hope you like it

I based on this post for the shirt part, I thought it was totally cute!

"So, does anyone want to read us their essay on the importance of studying physics for their mutation?" Peter asked all the students in the room. You hadn't seen him in weeks and he was as radiant as the day you left, except for the slightly more pronounced dark circles under his eyes. You made a mental note to force him to sleep properly for the next few days.

"Me, teacher!" answered a red-haired girl with huge glasses. She was about to speak when she saw you walk through the door and the words caught in her throat. All the students held their breath at the sight of you and some even turned slightly pale.

“Miss Y/L/N?” he asked, eyes wide. He definitely didn't expect to see you around "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

“Oh, just ignore me, professor. I will wait for your class to finish,” you informed him, your voice calm. You could feel the eyes of all those children on you and you could even hear some whispering among them. You walked to a seat in the back that was empty and sat down, still with the eyes of everyone present on you.

They were afraid of you, you knew, but in time they would get used to your presence... or so you hoped.

She's the one that was on the news, right?

I heard that she kills all her enemies.

Do you think she's going to do something to the teacher?

I heard that she is the best of the X-men, almost the same as Professor X…

“Attention, youngsters!” Peter said, clapping his hands “Let's listen to your classmate. Tiff, do you want to read us what you wrote?” he asked her, politely. He was so sweet and because of that, he had endeared himself to all of his students. Maybe that's why they were so worried that you were going to do some kind of harm to their favorite teacher.

The girl read her essay, still glancing back from time to time, and you kept your eyes on Peter. He was wearing a gray flannel shirt that you were sure he had taken from Erik's wardrobe. You were glad to know that they had begun to get along better because at least now family dinners would be less awkward.

As much as he tried to pay attention to his student, it was evident that his eyes were diverted in your direction, running up and down the black dress you were wearing, under your usual purple coat. When you were younger, Peter used to tease you about how you looked like a fairy tale villain, but now that outfit was one of his favorites.

You had ended up getting used to fearful looks because the fame that preceded you wasn’t very good. You had made mistakes and bad decisions, blindly following a man who only wanted a better world for mutants. Luckily, Charles had come to rescue you. To both of you.

And now you had decided to make a better world for mutants, but in the right way.

“Well, the class will end a little earlier today. And you're lucky because I won't leave you homework either” he informed them, listening to how they celebrated “Now get out before I regret it” he joked. His students didn't need to be told twice, as they started walking out a second later.

"See ya, teacher!" some said goodbye. You walked to the front and several students looked at you in surprise, almost running away from you.

A boy, perhaps the smallest in the class, approached the silver-haired boy and whispered something in his ear. You watched the man let out a dry laugh.

"Easy William, I'll be fine," he said, while he watched you with amusement. The boy had probably asked him if he wanted him to save him from the Inquisitor (as everyone called you) and that made you feel a little guilty. Maybe you shouldn't have just barged into his class like that.

"Nice job, Tiffany," you murmured out loud, watching as the redhead turned in your direction with a startled expression.

"Sorry?"

“I liked your analysis. You have pyrokinesis, right?" you exclaimed She nodded nervously "It's a great mutation"

“Thank you,” she exclaimed, with a shy smile, “Bye… huh… Mistress Inquisitor. Goodbye, Professor Maximoff."

"I'll see you in the next class, close the door when you leave," he said goodbye, with a smile. You saw the girl walk out the door and you hoped that little conversation would show that you weren't as bad as everyone said, but your thoughts were interrupted by hands planting on your waist and turning you sharply. You were going to say something when you felt his lips pressing against yours, making you gasp "Do you have any idea..." he began, barely separating a little to speak "... how much I've missed you?" he asked. It almost felt like a claim. "And you still have the audacity to come and sit in the middle of my class like nothing's wrong” he kissed you again, this time more fleetingly "I had to muster all my willpower not to bring out those brats at that time"

You laughed out loud into her mouth and finally got him to pull away a bit to look at you.

"I couldn't help it, when you teach you always look so handsome" you confessed. Your hands went up to his face and with your thumbs, you caressed his cheeks "You should give me lessons one day" you suggested, with a clear suggestive tone, while you tangled your finger in a lock of his hair.

"Maybe I will," he continued with your joke, while he licked his lips. He again kissed you, but this time in a slightly slower and gentler way “My God, I really missed your kisses so much. I hate sleeping alone in bed and I also hate having breakfast alone and I also hate showering alone” he complained, with a small pout.

"Oh, I have such a spoiled husband," you sighed, pretending to roll your eyes. He laughed and pressed you closer against his body.

“How was your mission, my love? All went well?"

“Well, I have some scratches, but it's better than I expected. Your father is a great asset when he's not busy changing sides”

"Hey," he grumbled, narrowing his eyes, "remember who his right-hand man was when we were young?"

"The past in the past," you snorted, frowning in a childish tantrum. He let out a laugh and reached up to kiss your neck repeatedly, tickling you "By the way, I have something to tell you..."

“Say it,” he murmured, not leaving his hiding place in the crook of your neck, savoring the soft skin of your throat.

“Pete, I'm serious. It's important,” you gasped, a smile still spreading across your face. Reluctantly, he pulled away and watched you waiting for what you were about to say. "You remember Charles was recruiting for the new classes, right?" you commented and he nodded.

"What's up with that?"

"Well, during this mission he talked to me and... I think I'll be the new teacher" you told him, containing your emotion. Peter's eyes widened.

"Are you talking seriously?"

"I accepted because I thought that way we can be together longer and you won't need to worry about me dying on a mission" you laughed "And maybe we could even ask Charles to be roommates if work forces us to be here late" you joked, drawing another bright smile.

“You will always sit with me in the teacher's lounge and we will criticize the obnoxious students together and steal Logan's dessert, it will be so much fun. Oh, honey, this is so cool!” he said, completely excited.

"Although, from what I see, your students are a little afraid of me"

"Precious, sometimes even I'm afraid of you," he replied, getting you to try to pull away from his grasp. But he didn't leave you, on the contrary, he grabbed you by the thighs and pulled you up to his desk "But then I remember that you are a sweet and cuddly little thing that loves me, isn't it?"

"Only sometimes," you exclaimed, wrinkling your nose. He laughed again as he pushed his body against yours, meeting your lips in a kiss again and forcing you to bury your hands in his silky silver hair. His hands slid up your body until they reached your lower back, pulling you closer to him. You gasped as you felt his crotch pressing against yours and realized how much you had needed your touch when you were on that damn mission.

All you wanted now was to kiss him for the rest of the day, you wanted to go home, maybe take a shower and wrap yourself under his blankets until you fell asleep in his arms.

“Professor—Oh!” someone yelled from the door. It seemed to be one of his students, who found you kissing him, almost lying on the desk and with one of his hands tucked under the cloth that was on your thigh and the other planted firmly on your back.

"James!" Peter said, regaining his composure and separating from you.

"Sorry, I... I can go, I'm sorry I interrupted—"

"Wait," your husband asked, seeing how the blushing boy was about to close the door "What did you need?"

"I was just coming for a book, but it doesn't matter, I..." in a blink, Peter already had the book in his hand and was in front of the boy "Huh, thanks"

"Don't tell anyone about this and I'll give you an extra final grade point, okay?" the business. The boy opened his mouth in surprise and then smiled at him, nodding his head frantically.

"Done," he exclaimed, hurrying down the hall. As soon as you heard the door close you started laughing like crazy.

"Now everyone will know that the most beloved professor in the institute was making out with the Inquisitor"

"I don't see the inconvenient," he told you "It'll make me look like a bad boy, you know?"

"Don't be an idiot, Peter" you laughed as you got down from the desk and adjusted your dress "Come on, Charles will kill us if he knows we were horny during work hours"

"As the princess commands," he answered, making a mocking bow and pulling your hand to get you out of there.

#peter maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #xmen days of future past #xmen apocalypse #evan peters #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #marvel

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seriouslysnape · 3 years

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Roughed Up

Harry Potter x Fem! Reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,524

“I don’t mind a night to ourselves,”

A disgruntled, painful groan escaped the Gryffindor boy underneath you as your hands applied pressure to a rather tense area on his back. He took a sharp inhale at the feeling of your wondrous hands rubbing his sore, battered muscles, only to let that same breath out once your hands moved on to the lesser problem areas.

“I’m sorry, Harry.” You apologized for causing him discomfort.

“Not your fault. It feels good and bad at the same time.” He replied, his voice strained and slightly muffled in the pillow below his head.

If someone had told you that you’d be spending your Friday night massaging achy knots out of your boyfriend’s back, you probably would have laughed in their face. It was rare for both you and Harry to spend your pre-weekend evening in your dorm. You almost always found something to occupy your time on a more productive day. However, tonight would have to be an exception.

Harry had taken a nasty fall off of his broom earlier in the day during Quidditch, and while you hadn’t been around to see it, you had been told it wasn’t a pretty landing when he hit the ground. Thankfully, his injuries didn’t extend much past a few scrapes and bruises, but he had landed flat on his back, which seemed to take most of the impact. Madam Pomfrey had looked him twice over to make sure he wasn’t seriously hurt, checking for anything from broken bones to internal bleeding. Pomfrey had tried to heal him up with magic, but Harry had denied it since Pomfrey’s healing methods sometimes hurt worse than the actual injury. When she gave him the clear to leave, he came straight to you. He knew it had to have been a pathetic sight the way he hobbled to your dorm, barely able to hold himself upright from all the lingering pain in his core radiating to his back.

Based on the way he had greeted you though, you wouldn’t have even guessed that he was uncomfortable. His grin was blinding as he entered, mainly because he knew he was going to milk this as much as he could to get a little extra tender, loving care from his favorite girl. You had helped him out of his robes, wincing when you saw the multiple large bruises scattered across his body that had already begun to purple. Even his legs had taken some damage when you had helped him shimmy out of his pants. You left him in just his boxers, helping him into your bed and ordering him to lay on his stomach to avoid aggravating his back further.

You had hoped that maybe he’d begin to feel better after lying down for a bit, but after an hour he was still struggling to get comfortable. You took it upon yourself to straddle his back, lathering your favorite lotion onto your hands to provide him some relief. Your hands trailed, kneaded, and rubbed in all the places that hurt him the most. His noises were comical, sometimes coming out as a pitchy whine and others as a low rumble. He was beat, literally and metaphorically.

“And just how did you fall off again?” You asked for clarification.

Harry was very skilled on a broom, and it wasn’t everyday that he fell off.

“One of the bludgers blindsided me. I never saw it coming,” He explained, “Well, I did when it hit me.”

You chuckled at his joke, letting your thumbs work at the muscles in his shoulders. The room smelled of Eucalyptus and lavender from your lotion that you had rubbed into his skin, two smells that Harry loved endlessly. You didn’t know this, but sometimes Harry would put a bit of your lotion onto his wrist so he could smell like you. It reminded him of you when you weren’t around. The feeling of your hands attempting to rid him of his irritation was heavenly. Despite his pain, he was happy as could be.

“Pomfrey didn’t find anything wrong?” You questioned.

Harry shook his head.

“Nope. She just said I’d be sore tomorrow, more than I am now.” He replied, already dreading how he’d feel in the morning.

Your hand movements slowed to more of a caress, your fingers and palms beginning to cramp from all the rubbing.

“I’m sorry, my love. I’m glad you’re okay.” You spoke gently.

Harry went to turn, prompting you to raise your hips to allow him to flip over completely. He carefully sank onto his back, sighing at the new support that your mattress was giving him. He put his rounded glasses back on, smirking at being able to see you much clearer now.

“I’m the one who should be sorry. I bet you didn’t count on your Friday night being spent like this.” He remarked.

You shrugged, leaning down to leave a sweet peck on his lips.

“I don’t mind a night to ourselves,” You hushed out, your lips just brushing over his; “Just you and me with nothing to do sounds awfully enticing.”

Harry hummed in content and agreement. Harry was obviously extremely popular at Hogwarts, and sometimes it was hard for him to find time to be alone with you. He was always being needed for something, and sometimes he wished he could just have peace and quiet for a while. It seemed now that his wish might be coming true.

“Oh, darling, there’s nothing in the world I’d rather be doing than being here with you,” Harry mewled, “My pretty girl…”

His hands trailed away from the tops of your thighs, snaking underneath your skirt and resting on your hips. His fingertips wrapped around the sides of your knickers, his grin spreading wider when he felt the lacy material. He looked up at you expectantly as he tugged at the sides of your panties.

“No, Harry. You’re hurt, baby.” You reminded him, refusing his advances.

His eyes widened and he gave a sympathetic pout, jutting his lower lip out in protest.

“I’m not hurt! I’m just sore!” He argued.

“Harry, you fell OFF of your broom. Look how roughed up you are.” You said, pointing to one particularly nasty looking bruise just below his ribs.

“I’m feeling better...honestly.” He claimed, but avoided eye contact with you.

You knew he was lying, a devious sneer appearing on your face as you rolled your hips forward, jostling his body in a way that sent a wave of sharp pain through him. He yelped at the less than pleasant sensation, not even trying to play it off.

“That’s what I thought.” You answered, carefully moving off of him and the bed.

Harry scrambled up when he realized you were getting up, his arm wrapping around his core instinctively when he agitated it from moving so quickly.

“Where are you going? Please, don’t leave.” He blubbered, struggling to stay up on his knees that were sunken into the mattress.

You laughed lightly, looking at him with a warm smile on your features.

“I’m just going to my desk. You need to rest.” You told him, motioning towards your workspace on the other side of the room.

“But baby,” He whimpered, “I’m hurt. Come lay with me. Please?” He requested, holding his arms out to you.

“I thought you were ‘feeling better’?” You chided, putting your hands on your hips.

He groaned, throwing his head back in distaste.

“[Y/N], please come here,” He asked again, “Pretty please?”

You laughed again at the sight of him so needy for just even an ounce of attention. He was always so clingy behind closed doors, one of the many things that you liked about him that you kept private. His flushed cheeks and ruffled hair was honestly an adorable sight. You couldn’t help but give in.

“Okay, I’m coming.” You alerted him.

Harry’s eyes brightened in victory, yanking back the covers and making room for you to snuggle in bed with him. You were careful not to press yourself against him too hard, but he didn’t seem too concerned. He peppered you with kisses, all over your face and neck. He was so excited to just be with you that he could hardly contain himself. You giggled under his touch, squirming when he kissed and sucked on areas that were your sweet spots. He thrived off of your joyful noises and being in your presence. It always made him so happy when you were happy. His attack of affection paused when he pulled away to look at you, your smile fading into a worried frown when you thought he might’ve hurt himself more.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

In reality, he just wanted to look at you. He wanted to study your eyes and hair and all the things that he loved so dearly. He saw his future every time he looked at you. He saw his purpose for living when he looked into your eyes. He saw his life with you. He wanted to spend every moment of every day with you and no one else.

Because you were his forever.

“Yeah. I’m absolutely perfect.”

#Harry Potter #harry potter x fem!reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter oneshot #harry potter fluff #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter reader insert #seriouslysnape

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bastillewolf · 4 years

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Shinigami Eyes (I)

Pairing: Corpse Husband / Reader

Summary: When you’re paired up with Corpse as imposters in a game of Among Us, you seem to somehow apprehend each others strategies even though it’s the first time you’ve ever played together. He appreciates a good impostor.

Notes: I know I still have many fics I need to finish, but I just wanted to throw out a quick Corpse one because sad to say I’ve been simping for him too. By the way, this is my interpretation of him and this is just for fun. Also, I haven’t written for second person in a while, so I’m sorry if this sucks.

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Shinigami Eyes - Oneshot

“Hey, I wanted to invite Corpse,” Sean said right as the Among Us theme started playing on your computer.

“Great vooooice,” Grease called out.

“Oh, I haven’t played with him before,” you said. It was true, but you’d heard of his legendary voice before and your viewers had been asking for him. You’d only allow it because No Simp September was over. Chat was already going mad.

“You’ll love him. Unless he murders you, because he’s a great imposter,” Sean replies. “He’s too good,” Felix adds.

After a moment, you heard the familiar noise of someone joining the Discord. “Hello everyone,” a deep rumble greeted. The group all said their welcomes, while you introduced yourself. “Very nice to meet you, Corpse,” you added. You didn’t want to comment on the obvious. He must hear it all the time. But you couldn’t deny it was like silk to your ears.

“Nice to meet you to. You make great vids.” A blush spread across your cheeks, “You shouldn’t say things like that, chat is already jealous.” He chuckled.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

Great, you’re instantly sweating. Thankfully, though, it seems you were lucky enough to have been teamed up with the king of lying himself. Corpse’s name is as bloodred as yours.

You decide to follow him after Toast and Sean, and think about how it was Sean who ironically invited the person who was going to murder him in just a few moments. All four of you were being decontaminated below lab, when Corpse made stepped a tad closer to him. You almost synchronically chopped their heads off, and you squealed in excitement. 2 down, 4 to go. As long as no one would find their bodies for a while, you still had time.

Next thing, you’re out of the South entrance and you’ve split up. You join Sykkuno in electric and just wait on him to do his task. Felix joins you afterwards in the next room. That’s when Toast’s body, and ultimately Sean’s, is reported.

Corpse had run back and self-reported.

“Corpse and I just ran into decontamination and found Sean and Toast,” Rae announced.

You were still muted. “Oh god, he’s playing a dangerous game.”

Sykkuno decided it would be the perfect time to call you out. “You and Felix only joined me a while later and decided to stay. Kinda sus of you.”

“No, she was with me at the beginning. I watched her do a task in office,” your fellow impostor vouched. They’d been right, he’s a damn good liar. He manages to hide any sliver of emotion in that deep baritone.

“I don’t trust Corpse anymore, he does stuff like this all the time when he’s impostor,” Lily noted.

“Stuff like what?” He huffed in amusement.

The group agreed the accusation made was a bit vague, and it had affectively directed the attention away from you and onto Felix. After another round of some serious investigating and threatening you all decided to skip.

“Corpse makes me feel less nervous about being an impostor,” you tell chat, “He seems so chill about it.” You ran down to Weapons, but decided against killing anyone when you found three people doing tasks there. You shoved yourself into the clump of bodies and waited until everyone had finished. Running back up to centre with both Lily and Rae, you felt restless that you would eventually have to kill one of them. You just hoped they wouldn’t take it personally.

Corpse ran past, alone. Your characters didn’t have eyes, but somehow they showed a mutual understanding. He killed Lily, you killed Rae. You sputtered and chortled and followed right on after him down into the venthole. He met you in the bathroom stall. “Cosy,” you joked. Until Grease walked in. “Oh, that’s awkward.” You realized you were still standing suspiciously over the venthole. “Shit.”

You didn’t know where Grease had gone, but your first instinct was to hit the red emergency meeting button in the Office. “Grease was in the bathroom stall hovering over a vent.” You may not have your fellow impostors emotionless tone, but you knew laughing through your accusation usually worked.

“Are you kidding me?! I just saw you and Corpse standing in there doing I don’t know what!” Grease yelled.

“That’s a bold statement. You know I’d never cheat on Sykkuno,” Corpse said. “Wait, what?” the man in question replied. Corpse ignored him.

“Corpse was with me when I found you there. On another note I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people vent at the same time before.” Two truths, technically.

“Alright, I’m voting Grease,” Felix said, “I’m sensing liar voice.”

Sykkuno suspected Grease and you, but promised he’d vote you out after if he was wrong. “We have to vote now,” you reminded them.

Grease was ejected.

You met Corpse again in laboratory, where only Felix was doing a task. No one moved. “Oh no, you may have the honours,” you gracefully called out to an unsuspecting impostor. He seemed to get the message through however, and swiftly killed Felix when the Kill button was set to press again.

Defeat.

“Oh my god, that was so stressful,” you cried out. Corpse chuckled, “Don’t worry, you did great.”

“Hey, don’t you dare steal him,” Sean threatened, “He’s my impostor mate!” You laughed.

“You murdered me and Lily almost synchronically,” Rae sputtered, to which Sean added, “Oh my god, same here. It was some nasty psychic shit.” “Corpse and I just have the Shinigami eyes,” you explained. You saw Corpse’s name flash in the top left corner, but only heard him exhale in amusement. It was cute.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

“Oh… my… god.” Has this ever happened before in this game? Either way, no one will suspect both of you to be it again. You imagine he was feeling similarly, as he hadn’t moved from the spawn point yet. “How in the fuck…?” Chat was confused, but seemed to enjoy the spectacle.

You and corpse split up this time. Don’t use the same tactics twice.

You followed Felix and Sykkuno into Office and faked a task. They decided to wait for you, and you kept your eyes on the green bar until it moved. You travelled trough Admin and Decontamination until you met up with Lily in Labs. “Shit,” you murmured, “There’s too many people. I’m gonna look suspicious.”

Corpse showed up. Lily and Sykkuno left. You killed Felix. Toast walked in, and unfortunately at the hands of your teammate, he did become toast.

You ran in a circle around him and hoped it was enough of a hint for him to follow you. He picked up on it and followed you into the bathroom stall. But neither of you vented. You let a smile slip, almost forgetting you had a face cam. Awkwardly clearing your throat, you explained to your viewers in a very non-convincing way this was just a good impostor strategy. They’d do well to learn from it.

The bodies were reported instantly, and you cursed under your breath. Lily was the one who reported it. “So, I found Felix in Labs and there were only two other people in there before me and Sykkuno left.”

“I went down through Decontamination,” you explained, “I lost Corpse back at Labs.”

“I went back North, I passed you on the way there, Lily.”

Lily was sus of you. “What? Why?!” You asked. “Because I didn’t see anyone in Decontamination and there’s no way you could’ve gone through there that quickly. I wasn’t gone that long,” she said.

Well, shit. “Weren’t the lights off? You couldn’t possibly see me in Decontamination. I’m wondering why you walked back into Labs anyway, Lily.”

A series of ‘ooh’s were heard through the Discord call.

“But I was running up that hallway, I didn’t see you come out,” Grease suddenly spoke up.

“Why were you in there, Grease?” Corpse asked, but you knew it was already too late.

“I was running up to do my task in Labs. I didn’t see her come through the doors before the body was reported.”

“I wasn’t out of Decontamination yet,” you ground out. It was of no use, however. More than half of the people left voted you out, including Lily, Grease, Sean and Corpse, since he had an image to maintain as fake crewmember.

HeartEyes was ejected.

You decided, both out of your own interest and for content’s sake, to follow Corpse as a ghost. He seemed to be having the same trouble as you, suddenly being surrounded by a group of people. “That’s rough. He’s gonna have to kill five more people.”

That was when he bravely decided to take action. Sabotage the reactor, follow everyone there, jump into the lump of people trying to fix the problem and kill so no one would know who did it. He self-reported it in the blink of an eye.

The group was indeed confused, to say the least. Grease had died. “Wait, who was the last to come in?” Sean asked. “It was me,” Corpse admitted, “But I did the handprint scan because no one else was doing it. Weren’t you standing there doing that with Lily?” “Yeah, I had to wait because it wasn’t working.”

“What?!” Lily exclaimed, in only a way she could, “I was doing the scan! It was Sean, then!” The two suspects were starting a heavy discussion, whilst your eyes were trained on the red of Corpse’s name.

The group decided to vote out Lily, as she was the one to report the last murder.

“Is he just… Killing the people who voted for me?” you muttered. Shaking your head, you continued, “Nah, it has to be coincidence.”

But then a body was found, and Corpse said he suspected Sean again. Was he actually working down the list? “Is he avenging me? That’s so sweet, no one has ever done that for me before…” Just a video game, you had to remind yourself. It was just a video game you were playing with friends. And a man with a very nice voice who’d just murdered everyone who did you wrong. Just a game, yes.

Turns out, Corpse really knew how to put his voice to use, as Sean was ejected. He managed to kill Sykkuno and Dave after that, and the game was won by the imposters.

“AGAIN?!” Felix yelled, “How did you two get teamed up again?!” “That’s bullshit,” Sean laughed.

You smiled, as Corpse said, “Us Shinigami’s have to stick together.” It made you blush. “Thanks for avenging me, Corpse. That was very sweet of you.” He chuckled, “Any time. I don’t mind killing people when I have a good teammate.”

“Hey! I’m still here too, you know!” Sean yelled upset.

“It was really fun playing with you guys,” you said, stretching your arms. You’d already been streaming for three hours, it was time to go. Everyone said goodbye, but you didn’t hear Corpse. And you wished it hadn’t twisted your stomach in the way it did.

You wished your viewers a nice day, and promised to update them on Twitter when you’d be streaming next. You were done for the day.

Yet, as you’d closed all tabs and were about to close Discord, you got a call. It was private, and it was from Corpse.

“Hey, miss me already?” you jokingly said.

He chuckled quietly. He suddenly seemed a lot shyer now, being extracted from the group. “Nice game.”

“Yeah, you really know how to keep your emotions hidden. I was impressed, to say the least.”

“You were really good, too. I can appreciate a good imposter.”

You bit your lip. “Hm, I hope to see some more of that appreciation in the future. It was rather nice having someone avenge me.”

“I’d do it again any time. Hiding in the toilet was a good strategy, by the way.”

You snorted at that, “Not good enough, it seems. They voted me out.”

“Big mistake. Nobody kills my teammate.”

“Aww, did the Shinigami catch feelings for the human?”

He rumbled, “I thought you weren’t human?”

You didn’t comment on the fact that he’d failed to answer the original suggestion you’d made. “Touché.”

It was quiet for a moment, and you wondered if you’d crossed a line there and made the wrong assumptions about where the conversation was going. You quickly added, “Are you playing again this week?”

“Yeah, Sean said they’d stream again this Thursday.”

“I suppose I’ll see you there, then.”

He hummed. You sensed there was more to it, though. He hadn’t made any indication he wanted to end the call yet. But then he finally said, “I hope we get teamed up again. So you can get your own revenge.”

“I hope so too.”

***

Might do a follow up to this oneshot, if anyone asks for it. Will definitely create more for Corpse, he’s a lot of fun to write.

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cynettic · 3 years

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Stay with Me pt.3

Summary - You manage to escape from Scaramouche, if only for a moment before you realize there’s no escape. It only takes until you’re sitting back in your regular spot that you know what you need to do.

Pairings - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Suggestive content, mentions of death, swearing, slight gore / blood

A/N - Its really hard to make this depressing while I’m vibing to Rasputin. Like no joke- I have it on one of the 1 hour playlists :D

Here you’ll find - pt.1 and pt.2

He’d left a key.

Scaramouche didnt make mistakes, not while he had you captive in the vicinity of his bedroom. He didnt have room for mistakes, not when you were watching his every movement while he was in your line of sight.

Sure, he mightve killed a person or two in front of you, but those were necessary mistakes. There was a sign on the door, it specified not to enter. You’d understand that, right?

Thats what he thought at least, lulling himself into belief after belief that you’d be there waiting for him every time. That you’d welcome him with open arms, even if there were chains ensnaring your wrists. That you’d accept your fate at his hands and submit yourself to him.

The Balladeer was a fool.

He’d kept you there for too long, and while you searched for an easy way to escape, time sent your head spinning. Into a spiral that begged only for the wind against your face, back laying on dirt with the familiar chirping up birds waking you up in the morning.

You wanted to go outside.

And when push comes to shove, you had to risk a little more to make it happen. Lure him into bed with kisses while your hands unbuttoned his vest. But what he believed to be alluring contacts was just your way of finding the keys hidden in the back pocket of his shorts.

It wasnt hard to find the one to your cuffs while he was asleep, cuddled in your chest with both arms around your waist as if to get you to stay put. You took the key, hiding them back in his clothing and hoping he didnt notice.

He didnt say anything the next day.

You werent going to wait any longer.

“Oh for fucks sake, why won't the goddamn door open?”

The room was left in tatters behind you, a little gift for Scaramouche once he got back. Turns out a pair of chains can smash up a lot of things, and rage can be used as a great source of strength when contained for such a long time.

But you’d done more than throw the blankets around, cut up the drawers and smash open the windows. Because your fists had bled red when you punched through the glass, puncturing your skin. Your knuckles were an ugly red, bruising already.

Ah, Scaramouche deserved a much better gift.

Gruesome as it was, you rubbed your knuckles against the pale walls. Till the blood stopped coming, till there was a nice little message for the boy which you held so dearly to your heart.

‘Balladeer.’

The first time you’d found out about him being a harbinger he’d told you not to call him by that name. You weren’t someone he associated with by work, you were a treasure to him. That’s why you continued to call him as he pleased, although the temptation always arose.

You were no longer his.

Shoving the door with your hand again, palm fiddling with the handle and groaning when it hardly budged. “Stupid,” you grumbled when the knob began to loosen. Backing up, you charged with your shoulder to the door, full force as the momentum broke the hinges. The door fell down with you along with it.

It was expected, you’d been stuck in the room for a long time, and thats considering you’d sat on the ground for decades. Your body was slight numb, muscles sore and unused for so long.

“You a-arent supposed to leave your room!”

A young man stood in the hallway along with a woman who looked relatively the same age. The two were wearing uniforms, flinching when you stood up from the debris and off the door. “Excuse me?” You asked, voice unnecessarily icy and stern. But you couldnt care less, you were going to get out of this house, damn anyone who stood in your way.

They both continued to shake when you walked towards them, staggering from side to side. The woman stepped up in front of the man, presenting a brave face. “If you leave the mansion, the harbinger will kill us all!”

“Well then I expect you should be on your way then. Actually…” you gestured to the maze of hallways. “You can lead the way.”

“What…?”

Your hand went limp to your side, an exasperated looking momentarily crossing your face before you sighed. “Im not staying trapped in that room, I’m sorry if that ruins your life, but frankly you're not the one stuck in there are you?” You took an extra step just to intimidate them, eyes wide to make the appearance of crazy. “It would be a great help if you showed me where he hid my vision too.”

“We can show you to the door…” The man began, “But the whereabouts of your vision are unknown, he wouldnt tell us something like that.”

A gift bestowed from the gods, a piece to help me thrive with my ambitions and pursue my goals.

Gone.

You really wished you’d taken to clawing out Scaramouche’s face instead, but you’d take what you got. Right now your main priority was getting out of this place, even if it meant leaving a piece of you behind.

“Door.” Your voice was raspy and there was a terrible feeling that crawled up to your throat, but you didnt have time to be emotional. “Show me where the door is… please.”

The conflict in their eyes dissipates by the time they lead you along, mumbling words between themselves. You didnt bother to try eavesdropping, you were so, so tired. You wanted to go home.

Anywhere. Anywhere but here.

It took a few minutes until you were standing in front of a grand door, almost twice the size of you and just as wide. You then began to notice the decorational plants and furniture that filled the empty space, there wasn't an inch of dust. Even though you could tell none of it was used.

“Hurry,” the man warned when you paused. “I dont know when our master is coming back, but if its soon, we’ll all be screwed.”

You couldnt feel your head as you numbly nodded, hand clenching the knob and flinging the set of doors open. “Thank you,” you merely mumbled, taking your first step out of the house in what felt like forever.

The days after that were a blur, the area around Scaramouche’s house were nothing but void. Empty and filled with forests and vast plains. You knew he didnt like people or socializing in general, but to this extent?

Your only option was to run.

Let your feet take you somewhere, anywhere. It was a constant pattern of running and taking breaks, leaning on a tree and gasping in a few breaths before you were again scurrying through the forest.

And yet you felt better than you’d felt in past months that you’d been stuck with Scaramouche.

Food became any boar you came across, the claws you’d spent so long hiding with Scaramouche coming to unleash a wrath beyond your comprehension. Till the animal was cut to shreds and no meat was left even to eat. You’d slaughtered it, without intention to eat or benefit for it, you’d killed it just to kill.

“I’m sorry,” you’d sobbed into the ground where you’d buried the harmless animal. Forehead pressed into the dirt as you pleaded for forgiveness to whatever archons would accept it. You couldn't even remember what archons you were supposed to pray to. “Forgive me- forgive me…”

But eventually you found your way around to somewhere you knew. Territory of Inazuma where you could find your way back, back home.

Where was home?

You’d been on the run from the vision hunt decree, abandoning your post for the Kitsune Saiguu for such a thing. Even now that you could return without a vision and as no threat under the decree…

You’d sacrificed everything for your vision.

Where were you to go now…?

Rain patted down, the trees providing only a slight cover as stray drops fell into your matted dirty hair. You didnt mind, it hid the tears that slid down your lifeless face, feet taking you into the far meadows of your hometown. Till you plopped down underneath a tree, knees curled to your chest and arms hugging them close. You were crying.

You were home.

____________________

“Awh,” a ginger haired murmured, elbow resting on the cool wood of the tabletop. “Is little Mouchie sad? I heard your kitty cat escaped~”

A death wish, even fatui that idly minded themselves around the bar knew it. Sipping cold drinks and swirling their cups, the soft chatter was nothing but a distraction from the main course of events. That being the smaller Harbinger who sat sulking in his seat, hunched over with a drink in hand. He’d drank far more than what was on the counter, but everytime he finished a glass, he’d smash it on the ground, watching the fragile glass shatter into pieces.

“I dont have a cat,'' was his only response, tone daring Childe to pursue further. To give him a reason to start throwing the glass in his face instead.

And Childe was an idiot when it came to challenging someone.

“No cat?” The rest of the drink in the taller harbinger’s glass was gone when he threw his head back. “Hmmm, I cant think of what else could’ve had you so enraptured in returning home then~!”

Scaramouche didnt respond, uneven bangs shadowing the bags under his eyes. “Stronger,” he said instead, elbow on the counter and hand outstretched for something. When there was no movement from the man managing the wine, the harbinger looked up. “I need something stronger to drink,” he repeated, voice seething.

“Of c-course!”

The glass was nestled in Scaramouche’s palm in no time, fingers curling around the circular form to down it in seconds. The drink merely slid down his throat in one movement, alcohol burning his senses. It didn’t matter, he was numbed by the growing rage inside of him.

Finally, he turned to the ginger haired boy, eyes hazily dancing along the counter till it reached his fingertips. Up his hand and along his arm, till Scaramouche was staring right into Childe’s eyes. “They escaped,” he admitted softly. “But it’s alright, because I sent something that’ll bring them back.”

Childe paused, raising his drink up away from his lips to pose a question. Hesitation danced along his features before he brought the glass back, he’d rather not provoke the shorter male any further. Wasn’t like he could interfere anyway.

____________________

“That… that…”

It was preposterous, having returned to that same spot for a day or two and heading back to the hometown you’d once lived in. The one Scaramouche had lived in. There shouldn’t have been an issue, you were solely gathering supplies for the sake of it, ambition driving you to travel far far away.

Out of Inazuma.

It was your new beginning, convincing yourself that you didn't need a vision. Finding some sort of purpose before Scaramouche shattered the vision and your life along with it. You’d seen how people had reacted when it had been ingrained in the statue, neutralized and broken. They lost hope, purpose and aspirations for anything new.

It’s not like the Raiden Shogun took my vision.

But you’d taken that fact for granted, expecting some sort of new start without Scaramouche. A victory, getting away from him just for a split second and getting out of Inazuma altogether, you’d never see him again.

Until you got his message.

“How the hell…” You crushed the note until it was just crumbled paper in your hand, slowly leaning on the stone wall. “Piece of shit… what kind of person even…”

Not only did he manage to find you, but without making his presence known, he’d tugged at your one weakness with an ease that had you down on your knees.

You threw the paper to the ground, deliberate as you stared past the alleyway. Pensive as you considered your options. Damn, what options did you even have? You’d been an idiot to underestimate Scaramouche, he wasn’t a child, you knew that… but archons he seemed like one when he was with you. Shown you a vulnerability he wanted only you to see. But maybe that had been part of his plan all along, until all you believed was his soft demeanor.

He may act like a child, but he’s a harbinger.

You stared down at the crumbled piece of paper in disgust.

Not only that, but he has no regard for human life.

Either way, you’d lived decades more than him. You could face him, you would present yourself to him just as he expected you to. Even when everything in you rejected the idea, sobbed at the thought of returning to that house, those chains. Being locked up and confined only for the purpose of coddling a small boy, a selfish boy, a cruel boy.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

You’d figure out a way, and this time you wouldn’t rule out the option of his death.

———————

Oh darling Y/n, how have you been?

I hope this letter reaches you rather soon, we both have much to discuss, no? About me, about you, and much more. You see, I’ve taken up quite a distaste to your little friends. Stone statues in Inazuma as small as Kitsunes truly hold no purpose, what will they do, come back to life? Haha, I should think not. I’ve already arranged to have them demolished, who knows what kind of material they might possess. Ah, and of course I’d show you the finishing product, unless you’re willing to come and have a chat with me once more? Under the Sakura tree like we used to, you’ve waited years, I believe you can wait for me?

I hope this letter reaches you in best interests. I’m always looking out for you after all.

Sincerely, your Balladeer

——————

It was raining.

Beautiful weather as you lay sitting there, feet crossed and tucked in the same you’d often do. After all, there was no need to fear the vision hunt decree or the Raiden Shogun. Let them come, let them take care of you before Scaramouche did.

You werent cold, not when the cold drops dampened your clothing, slipping down the length of your spine and drenching your face. Despite having lived in a luxury residency for such a long time, this was where you were most comfortable, enduring whatever the weather had for you, taking it with a smile. Because you were waiting…

The Kitsune Saiguu was a distant memory.

You were waiting for Scaramouche, the young boy that often bound into the field in lengthy strides, childlike wonder in his eyes. The one who’d cried when the other kids pushed him away, the one that just wanted to be praised. You’d held him in your arms, and now, even knowing the results, you wouldnt have done differently.

He was just a boy.

Just a boy when he joined the fatui, looking for praise that he was given. He created chaos and bellowed orders with a cruelty that was highly looked upon. Told that he was doing well, so he continued to do so.

He’s just a boy.

You wished you’d held him in your arms, if not only for a tad longer. Shield him away from the wrongness of the world, if only for one last time.

Banishing away your hatred for him was hard.

But you found it under the tree, rain soon dimming down to a clouded cold breeze that swept through the meadow. You’d hated him while stuck in the mansion, but you could now see it from a larger point of view. What he did was wrong of course, but you could remember him so vividly now. His small form giggling, tiny arms around your neck.

“Play with me!”

Was it your fault?

For not holding him tighter? For trying to rectify his bad doings and teach him what was wrong and right? Maybe if your grip was firmer, if you’d spoken to him about the warmth he’d given you that day when playing cards...

“Lazy ass.”

Burying down that pile of worry and insecurities, you took a deep breath in to relax. The edge of your lip perked up, only slightly. “Still terrible with your social skills arent you?”

Slowly securing a dry space under the three with you, Scaramouche sat down. His features were the same ones you’d grown accustomed to at his mansion. Rich clothes, sharp eyes, and the baby face that refused to go away. His movements were soft as he pulled out a deck of cards. The two of you didnt speak as he distributed them between you both. It was tense… no, it felt too much like the warmth form long ago to be tense. You only wished the situation to be different.

“I love you.”

But you could only offer a bitter smile to his words. “I love my vision,” you replied. “I love the Kitsune Saiguu, and I love my friends.”

His touch was gentle when his fingers came to gently cradle your cheek. Holding your face dearly as he peered into your eyes, his were soft. Different from the cruelty he held within, the hatred that burned and destruction that seeked to explode.

You saw a little boy.

Your hand came to press his hand further against your cheek, till you slid his palm to your lips. He appeared so calm when you pressed the first kiss, lips tracing the lines along his palm with all the care in the world.

But you needed to change your view, see him as the man he now was. As the man he had become.

“I love you,” he repeated, and you let go of his hand. It fell limp by his side, cards all but forgotten. There was a much more pressing matter at hand, because you truly needed to see him as he was.

It was necessary if you planned to kill him.

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hentaimommi · 2 years

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I've Known You | Eren Yeager (x Fem Reader)

Warnings: 16+, drug use

A/N: omg not another vent post haha

"Eren, I don't see why you think it's okay." Your shoes roughly hit the pavement. Your phone held up to your ear, as you walked at a fast pace back to your shared dorm. "Why? I just wanna smoke. I have nobody else." You could hear the young man beg you across the phone, making your eyes roll.

Eren and yourself had an extensive past together, as your best friend Armin would put it. You dated twice over the span of four years, constantly talked, but he wasn't a good guy. He made you cry, talked to other girls, never cared about your feelings. Armin hated him for that, truly, though he would never admit such trivial things.

"Okay but just smoking, and just this once, got it?" Your voice was strict as you trotted up the dorm room stairs and up onto the second level. "Yes darling of course!" Eren sounded happy you finally let in and agreed to smoke with him tonight, after nearly three months no contact. Eren decided to move on not too long ago, immediately regretting it, then realizing it was too late when he heard you were talking to Porco. That didn't work out though.

Opening your dorm room door, you saw Armin attached to his computer screen like a moth to a flame, and Annie resting on his bed. Kicking of your shoes, Armin looked over to you. "Hey how was class?" You groaned in response and he giggled.

Deciding since five was the time you all agreed to meet- meet as in he picks you up- you decided to begin getting ready. Nothing too fancy, didn't wanna give him the wrong idea of what you were willing to do. Your feelings for him were bouncy, you loved him but at the same time hated him more than anyone.

The outfit was simple, a pair of black yoga pants, black cropped top, and white lace-up van's. Plus, a large jacket. Simple and cute. What you didnt want to think about was the lacy pair of underwear beneath your pants, some ration of hope you couldn't decide was real or fake. Then of course, no bra, but Eren expected no less since you never wore one.

The time hit and you told Armin, who was now laying in a bean bag in the floor, that you were leaving with a friend and wouldn't be back for a while. He nodded lazily and began to fall asleep as you made your way out of the door.

Here ;)

Rolling your eyes, you closed the door and felt the summer half-cool wind roll across your skin. On the way down, you reminded yourself of the times you all were dating. When this trip wasn't platonic, and when butterflies used to race through you. Currently, you felt nothing but the lingering sadness of craving for those moments back.

Shaking it off, you walked out to Eren's Honda Civic, and slightly tapped the window. The long haired man looked at you, then smiled. The door was still locked, as he pretended to not hear you talk. You knew he was joking so you pretended to be angry, causing him to open the door.

"Sorry, sorry" He laughed as you got in, laughing too. His car smelled like comfort, three long months without such. He smiled at you, which replaced the kisses he used to shower you with. But it was good enough. "So, you ready?" He asked. "Yeah, let me connect though" He handed you the plug-in aux his old civic used, and you selected a small playlist you only used for him.

'K' by Cigarettes After Sex began to play, as Eren drove to the top of the parking building on campus with you that he always had. There wasn't much conversation to be made as you all sat in silence almost. Once he parked, just over the edge so you could both see the campus and the stars, he looked over to you and sighed.

"You haven't talked much." He reminded you, grabbing the cart he had hidden in his car. You knew where it was, so you helped him and headed to him. "I guess I just, don't want to. Not sure." He was almost let down by this, the defeated tone in your voice, the one that reminded him you all aren't just friends, and you're more than anyone ever was. Regret sits as a lump in his neck, whilst he ignores it and begins to hit the cart.

He noticed you didn't have makeup on, of course he always thought you looked pretty. Especially with the stubble lighting of the parking garage. It was comfortable between you two, as he handed you what he had. You took it and softy pulled a puff, blowing it out the window. The music felt quieter, but you could really only hear soft traffic and crickets of a summer night.

Eren wanted to reach over, touch you, even if it was just pushing loose hairs away from your eyes. But he knew, he could see it in your body language- you didn't want him to, not now. You took a few more hits, curling into a sideways ball and resting your legs on his center console. Your legs were so close to his, how could he ever think of you as a friend?

"So Eren, how have you been?" You asked. He knew you were angry about how it ended the last time. It was unfinished, and he posted another girl the next day. He didn't hurt when you unadded him and blocked him on everything, in fact he almost wanted to laugh- he had someone else's attention after all. But it faded, and every now and then he would see you as a ghost, an entity, in his passenger seat. He knew it wasn't over for him.

"I-I've been okay. Yeah. Just okay." You nodded at his statement and cracked your knuckles. You were nervous, after all. There was so much feeling, it almost felt like nothing. The want in your loins for him to hold your hand was there, as it always was, but that day replays in your head each time. Seeing her on his snapchat story, the sinking of your heart for the last time. You were never his only one, and you could never understand why. But, it did made you resent him.

"Rad." You tilted your head back, looking across the parking lot. He sighed just as earlier, turning up Telephones by Vacations. You almost laughed, while it played. Not because of the song, but because when you looked over to Eren, there were small droplets of tears running down his rosey cheeks. You didn't want to laugh for humor either, but because you knew you'd cry too.

Tears ran down your cheeks as well, silently, both of you looking opposed to eachother. "(F/N)," Eren cracked out, wiping his face with his sleeve, then looking away. "Y-Yeah?" Your nose was runny, eyes clearly red for multiple reasons, head spinning when he looked at you. His hand rested softly on your calf that had been resting on him for some time. He then, softly grabbed your hand, noticing the bruised and scabbed over knuckles.

"I'm sorry." That was almost worse than anything he could have said, because instantly tears fell down your cheeks faster, and the crying wasn't so silent. "Oh, Eren." Your voice was soft and broken. He felt you trembling, watching as you sat up and rested your head on his shoulder. "I fucked up so bad. I'm so bad (F/N), I-I don't know what to do." His hands shook as yours did too, but he didnt expect the sympathy from you he had.

Yet, your heart softened and grabbed his much larger, paler hands. They shook in your own, his head resting onto yours. Sitting up, you crawled over the middle console and sat onto Eren's lap, softly pushing your hands into his hair. His head fell into your chest, arms gripping your back like if he let you go, it was over. You nodded softly as he cried into your chest. Eventually the tears calmed, your own as well, and you both looked into each others red eyes.

You kissed his forehead, then he kissed your chin, cheek, and forehead. You both sniffled, away from one and other. His hand softly rubbed your back as you leaned forward, kissing him softly, sweetly, like it was your first time. Eren pulled your closer, kissing you just as deep, and needy. The car was warm and smelled like a mix of you two. Head spinning still, you found balance in resting on his lap completely.

Your kisses became deeper, comparing only to your childish makeout sessions in high school. You missed those days, just as any. Eren pulled you into his chest, resting the seat back. Calmly, you rested on him, snuggling into his jacket for the warmth of his body. His hands raked into your hair softly. He never knew such happiness, your smell in his car, your body resting on his. He felt- happy. Happy with you

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